In minds own eye I cannot see,
I've gone too far, I delve too deep,
Hence quicken as the morrow comes,
Deeds of anger, new webs spun.

I dance sweet sorrow behind my eyes,
Be not where the vulture lies,
Cast aside your fear and doubt,
For once was in, at last comes out.

The blade doth swing now, to and fro,
Speckled red, I watch it grow,
I never found that which I seek,
Return to sender, the end complete.
 
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