Keep your present mind
Swarming in Sunless caves
Only useless effort
Gadfly be humble yet

Keep silent, bitter no less
Plaything of the winds
It is words no longer
A child, I am wronged

The raven
Has now gorged
A lofty fear
The wise want love
The world wants
To be betrayed
Some new bliss
The death of us
An overthrow
My poverty
Confused to ill
I survived