Perdition, forgiveness, petty resolutions all,
This myth of love, burning through me, on this cold long night,
Oh lover of moon, scalded by it’s very moonlight,
Slither away, find a dark crevice to hide,
Escape somehow, this torment, this perfidy, this pain of hope,
Mirror tell me, this face of mine, where is that shine of joy, that twinkle of youth, or a little love perhaps?
