Once we crawl out of the Sight of Seer,
The Light's still far - out of our Reach.
Once we cry, it's loud and faints
All that is just Woe an' Pain.But there was a withered Dream,
which has awakened our dying Beam -
Howbeit it's always slain by Streams
of the deadly Beasts(1).Nevermore, I have heard the Song,
Songs o' Joy ar' worthless now,
like Sulphur and Salt(2) -
colliding Gestalt(3).Agria, MMXXII. II. XI.
1 Reference to Styx.
2 Reference to the reaction of sodium and sulfur.
3 A pattern of shapes that cannot be observed separately, only in whole.
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The Song of the Corrupted
PoetryThe elegy of the Ones who were absorbed by the Seer of Woe.