Oh, Fate, with sordid spirit brings my pain
that Time, though everlasting, cannot quell.
my lonesome state is rightly my own bane,
and, deep inside, my soul has gone to hell.
but who decides that sadness is so wrong?
this foul detritus of my wretched soul--
i feel uplifted in my tortured song,
and lucid humour does my spirit toll.
oh, yet my discord has its way in you.
my heart, though burden'd so, in you finds glee.
in grace and love my soul is born anew--
my pain is mute in true love's guarantee
and if return to pain shall prove my flaw,
then love shall die and i will breath not draw.