To hear the cry of a wandering shade,
That gently sighed and called for aid
From a fissure of space and time –
Oh soul from sere and unwonted clime:
No need to wander, no need to weep
In this eerie, unfathomable deep.
To breathe the chasms’ warp and weft,
Until there’s no fabric of yours left:
Did parched demons so bestow,
Or is this the Heavens blow?
Being awake or being asleep
In this eerie, unfathomable deep?
To discern not the myriad of threads,
While severe gloom soundly spreads –
And sneak past all of the fears,
Hearing the shades’ helpless tears –
And hustling more with every tear it made:
Gentle shade, here I come! I come as aid!
To reach the shade and its mortal pain
And whisper: “Let us return, let us return
Smiling, and woeless to the mortal plane!”
Oh poor shade you could not discern
Steep life were you ought to weep
From a hellish, unfathomable deep...
That gently sighed and called for aid
From a fissure of space and time –
Oh soul from sere and unwonted clime:
No need to wander, no need to weep
In this eerie, unfathomable deep.
To breathe the chasms’ warp and weft,
Until there’s no fabric of yours left:
Did parched demons so bestow,
Or is this the Heavens blow?
Being awake or being asleep
In this eerie, unfathomable deep?
To discern not the myriad of threads,
While severe gloom soundly spreads –
And sneak past all of the fears,
Hearing the shades’ helpless tears –
And hustling more with every tear it made:
Gentle shade, here I come! I come as aid!
To reach the shade and its mortal pain
And whisper: “Let us return, let us return
Smiling, and woeless to the mortal plane!”
Oh poor shade you could not discern
Steep life were you ought to weep
From a hellish, unfathomable deep...
