I

Who will procure the heart?

Everlasting happiness

Or the decay of time?

We never foresee the

Trials just around the bend

Will we continue tomorrow

Or cease today?

The mind does not fathom

Contemplating this daily

Until the final moment arises

And we are left with that only.

II

What low this bitter hatred is?

No one has wronged you

Yet you feel the need to kill

The innocence of radiant light

With your enveloping darkness.

 III

Doomed to repeat

The past

We do not need

To drag

Its violent memory into

The future.

VI

And yet

You continue to

Provoke the night.