Hear the cry of our actor's rage,
And see the performance of our stage.
To your ears we bless with a simple Verse,
To show the joy that lay hidden in the Curse,
On this night the moon won't rise,
And neither will the stars adorn the skies.
For on this night you all shall see,
The spiralled misfortunes that lay claim To me.
Without a name to call my own,
And without a shelter to call my home,
Here I lie in the rain and the mud,
With my only comfort, a single rose bud.
My darling May and dear July,
The months that I see my love in the sky,
But winter's fall soon sweeps the land,
And I lose grip of my lover's hand.
So bid farewell to the world you knew,
And welcome in the terror born anew.
Do not ask for words that you would call Wise,
The only words I know, are words that are Lies,
And so you see our actors pain,
But through sorrow and misfortune does He gain
