Senca

I lost more I ever gained

far away, far away...

Thunder die, heartache cry

Star-crossed light never meant far, far away...

Whisper trance-enchants and fear!

Light and fags, hope and fear

Start to think and start to hear

my voice soft, wit and charm

Off I rise, twilight-path

Never saw such trembling harm

Cut-tongued spheres to appear

falling down so fresh and free

Flat my voice, wake or sleep

I have met within my dreams

Never feel a calm so deep

How can grief break the wall

to my long, long promised way?

But my sake I will break,

break in pieces never seen

Senca, nevermore...

Beauty, pleasure, youth

which one will I choose

to uphold my wounds?

Beauty, pleasure, youth

two of them to lose

to avoid my tomb