I have come,
To provide a heaven;
Rather than giving
Such a metallic seed,
And make believe,
There would be a tree;
I have seen you,
Singing in the temple,
Whereas no one enters,
Unless their mask would be stripped off;
A purple orchid and an orange torch,
Can easily spare some Beauty,
Among Gentiles,
If they're willing to survive one night,
By giving up their crimes;
In which I smell incense no more,
For the air is full of lame coins;
Nevertheless,
I do believe,
There is a light,
At the end of the corridor,
In which,
Your eyes and mine shall create,
A Tower,
Whereas the Blind can find,
An ambrosial Sign.