Hark, the light
It will bring its body in plight
Take the forgings of misery,
Of guilt,
And of madness with its flight
Coos in her ears,
‘With the love of years,
Wed but still full of fears,
What he, the tyrant hears,
Silent to you,
Hidden with the corrupted’
So that she, the demons lady
Will be driven like a restless maiden
She talks,
Talks when dark it is outside
And to no post, she is tied
No...
