Beneath darks cloak when eye of toad upon this figure gazes,

And bats wing beats as loud as drum my senses depth amazes,

When trees have life and stand aloft as judgement of my piers,

And moon takes shelter from this scene as if she reads my fears,

When old friend trust has been despatched and in his place stands spectre,

With face of cold indifference and eyes that pierce my vector,

Doth fate her handmaids of despair with hades to conspire,

Condemn my soul ere death shall strike to living hell in fire,

What arrows of desolation in sweet curare dipped,

Shall pierce with such destruction this armour poison tipped,

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Deserted now my allies long flown with fleeting gait,

As doom stands poised with open arms this sentenced soul awaits,

Where now my steed with breath of fire and trusting as my lance,

take no regard of mortal wounds redress this circumstance,

hath hope deserted in needs hour without a second glance,

Is desperation now my chariot upon this battle’s charge,

Perchance to ride through gates of hell my bounty to enlarge,

Yet I shall not retreat this fight nor yet my foes shall win,

But stealth shall yet outwit these ghosts for loving is no sin,

So call upon the light of sun to countenance such tragedy,

And love shall triumph colours high make entrance with all Majesty

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