IN DARKNESS
Mine self i b sought out...yet found by th unseeking,
mine hands stretched out to oblivion,
and on mine face you do provoke,
in you vessels are fill with unclean wine,
abitter scent fill my nostril
and vail test on mine lips and tongue.
In you bosoms so shall your deceitful deals be repaid,
you shall feed and yet b emptier again,
you shall drink and not quinch the thirst,
shall rejoice with pain in you heart,
shall sing with gladsome sorrow,
shall dance to tunes of dispair and regrets....
for that be the rewards of adark heart....
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