And the eyes of the shadow;
I would choose to like.
For the light refuse to take judgement of me;
'though i shout for fairness,
For loneliness keeps lying on my entranceway;
'though I vomitted it hundred times,
For my heart has been enticed towards misery;
'though i've chosen to refrain it from beating,
For the tail of the storm dissolved me with a crash;
'though I strived to be strong,
For the Sun instensely hating me;
'though i've been waiting for it to come,
For no earthling man wept when i decayed;
'though i've wept their cries,
For nobody saw the blood in me;
'though it was boiling inside,
For the fruitage of sorrow i've eaten;
'though im dead inside for it,
And for i visioned the Night as comforter,
For i was an alien to Day.
Yes! i took rufuge on your comfort,
O' Winter Fairy of Shadow.
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