As the sun rose
I remained blind in darkness
The buds opened
And the land stayed painted grey
Emabattled,
but never to find glory
Saltless,
a bland and non-timbred life.
Oh, that I were Paris
ensorcled by Helen's beauty
or any dreamer
enraptured by their fantasy.
For to sit alone
in the dull and weary greyness
to breath the tasteless air
to live a deathless life
is to die! a lifeless death...
