In all it's splendour
Doth it call out until the night sighs
And perhaps you would note
It is there
There in the pine that builds up the old oak tree
That stands tall, stubborn, peaceful
Swaying willinginly by the soft wind
Though it is bound to the core
There in the heat of a midsummers nights eve
Where I live in an inner corner of light
Where I write in madness
Where I sit and bask in its glorious fire
That burns a blaze
Blazon over me
Madness is beauty
Master, madness, you are to me
Beauty you need not acquire
After a dose of its dreadful fufilling disease
And how it was I fell
Fell to my knees
As light doth seize my bitterness and
Envelop me
I was looking at your face I said
I fell to my knees
