Your swelling heart with rhythmic

Circumstances seemed to disenchant

Its own vigour. 

It augured its demise

Though it was conscious of my

Immediate departure. 

An ancient ideal

Sought to be revealed

Beneath the tomb you fasten in your breast.

Sealed at birth the cynical loom to weave its untimely death.  

 

But if I shall remain,

Fate would thrive in vain,

And Earth's fortune will cease to be. 

 

Who am I to ever know?

The universe continues the flow,

And the moon reminds me to flee.