I awaken from a wealthy slumber
Which let me float into the dawn of light
Yet punctured deep, dagger of goliath
Into the edge of bitter December
Please push me into the Land of Vary
Where all eyes are open – an agape bowl
How all minds thirst for purely watered souls
All's non-ironic as pale ebony
By what means must I question existence
If all ways and roads lead me straight to death?
If all utterances shall halt my breath?
And a date with twain, a doom shall commence?
Enlighten those who stand in the darkness
Enliven those who perished for the less