The foutains rejoice

Darkness, oh darkness.
Surrounding the light, subtly sneaking through these broken windows.
My heart aches as I lie 'Neath the willow tree, covering my bosom with her graceful beauty.
Alone, alone as cry's ring afar, alas no one sings in return.


The fountains rejoice, as thy black birds quiver.
Paradise sets at fingertips edge, giving hope to the empty eye.
Approach my sands and leave gifts, filling these black dead voids.

Whisper sweet words as the whippoorwill in the night.
Delightful deceit how you adore me, delivering emptiness to my door.