No moon showing her lustrous wonder No stars set ablaze Only clouds sounding of thunder Plunging rain greeting my gaze
Drops tasting of flame and damnation Through a gap a gossamer star palpitates Lonely and lost in its constellation Only dolorous moans encapsulate
Gasping at fetid air Face gurgling above scalding blood Phlegethon, river of despair My flesh becomes the mud
A figure appears over the precipice A living body one that is whole A lost man seems not necessitous None that can help this tortured soul
A half horse is with he Bow strung aimed at me Risen higher than I should be Arrow loosen my flesh stings
Awaken in sweat, four walls surrounding A guilty conscience stewed this dream Enclosed in darkness, alone, wailing Recurring... haunting... blaspheme...