Deep sayings whispered in my ear

Finding their way to that perfect place

Where long within my heart I tarried

Pray thee let it not be mere words they hear

I see the sounds both black and white

No grey matter rest upon my hearty sword

Ignited from this fiery truth I rise

Born by these coals of light

Hear only what cannot be seen

I labor unto these unbelieving ears

Delivering tragedies burden

A romantic prophets dream