Into my world, anew, a darkness drew — Fell, near burning fires, a shadow’s gaze Upon my weary count'nance; and I knew: This shadow's grip would claim me, all my days And stole into my mind and heart, it's true; Gave up to me the secrets of its ways; And promised shining things: the morning's dew Could never shine so bright, nor yield such praise And still, my mind and heart were warmed anew, A wav'ring shadow wandered in its plays Until a darker threat ran its soul through: Pure jealousy chilled the shadow to such craze And madness, took the shadow's mind and blew A word of banishment to me, did itself faze When love eternal, promised I to you; Retreated beyond life, into its haze — But, what, pray tell, are gentle souls to do When anger only turns a soul to blaze, For shadows grow in strength and number too... Obscure, oblique... This life is but a maze... And I am lost, and all the shadows, too Should I find on my skin thine sharpened blades And I would find my skin turn tanned to blue 'Fore I would e'er journey to dark malaise ...Though shadow distantly, coldly withdrew, Though shining heart is mine, my soul ablaze, I find neither shadow nor I can yet undo What binding tied our souls, those fateful days