Spurn the name of the ill-besotted wayfarer.
Extinguish the torch of the blood-red embers.
Love was never a guest in the cave of watchful foul,
yet even he flew away in pale shadow
before he learnt how to bow.
Spurn the name of the ill-besotted wayfarer.
Extinguish the torch of the blood-red embers.
Love was never a guest in the cave of watchful foul,
yet even he flew away in pale shadow
before he learnt how to bow.
The Nocturnal Versifier 