Muster Scarce Trails To Pursue The Final Tales

I Might Appeal Once Quizzed, Tested & Feeled

Oh, These Cuts-cut-open And Observed

Though Barely Alive-cautiously Preserved



Molested Are My Cries

Dispersed Like Transparent Rime

Yet Strangely I See Trees

Which Assail With Stabbing Scenes



Thus Maladies & Their Remedies Mix

So Violently They Create Loathsome Tricks

Labyrinth Of Angles-so Twisted

Shape & Form The Inevitable-



Through The Hexen's Mind

Through The Sharpness Of Her Nails

Into Her Grim Thoughts He Now Sails



Lame And Sterile Pain

Becomes Now The Most Desirable Pain

Washed To A Pond Of Tears

Emptied To A Valley Of The Gifted Fears

Goblets Of Wisdom Dried

When A Witch Becomes A Pale Bride

To The Raving Beauty Of A Doubt

A Garland-old & Worn-out



"Here Lies He Who Never Lyed

Whose Skill So Often Hath Been Tryed

Their Prophecies Shall Still Survive

And Ever Keep Their Name Alive"