A forbidden fruit soaked in death, Crawled in my mouth as i thus slept, With anticipated movements crept, Down in my heart and ate all that was left.
An empty sullen vessel i became, Filled with grief, stricken with shame, I hid my face and rid my name, And vowed to cease infernal pain.
Had misery left behind her knights, And came alone into this fight, A checkmate would have been in sight, For now this king is left to die.
How violins wept the notes of sorrow, From angels voices tunes were borrowed, 'Fraid that 'night will ne'er birth tomorrow, That i may sleep and become hollow.