It was green before this torment It was jovial before this storm There was no stinging tear But, the clamouring of fleer My heart throbs with every breath For I have swallowed a venomous drink of fear My eyes are searching for a life An intimate being they do seek The winds whispered in my ear βAll those are gone and some disappeared.β The foul odor around is burning my soul And the bawling of dismay is all I can hear For the night is restless and it beseeches aid I, here, stand still with my back on a spear The world will recite my story, it will celebrate this day And will sleep somehow after the vigils on the graves Yet how I shall find the one who gave me birth? And will he pay for my dreams with a fatherly stare? Solace is not what I require Words will no longer prevail For I do not feel anything It is now an eternal pain