Hast thou ever wondered
the reason behind thy restless heart?
Something to ease the uneasiness
that conquers thy nights?
That which thou art able not to speak of,
for it wickedly hides somewhere in thy mind and eats thee alive?
It is inexorable torture!
An alleged bon that brings about corruption!
It is an impious knight of hollow eyes
who rides and dances upon a putrid carriage disguised in ecstasy
on the imparting of unavailing and treacherous promises.
Poor is he who yieldeth to his honey-like words!
Condemned is he who hath relished the kiss of such an atrocious Lord!
In my centuries of life,
his is a war to wage day and night.
Alas! Unwise I was.
He took me by surprise and forsook me behind god’s back.
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At midnight, innocent eyes were open wide.
Moonlight brought about the mysteries fearful eyes denied.
“Look there!” cried the little old girl in dread.
A quiet ancient friend knelt by the corner at the feet of the bed.
He did not look at her in the eye,
yet she felt the weight of his coal-black sight.
But this world to its own laws.
Conveniently most inconvenient,
he vanished and never came back.
Ask Augustus what he did,
and tell it to me under the willow tree
that I may undo what she could not halt
before the gates of eternity closed.
The Nocturnal Versifier 