Engulfed within somnolence

Submerged within chimera

In isolation I wander

To the place of my sepulcher

The beauty of oblivion



Obstructing my path

Elegant yet perverse

To follow that before me

So blindly I durst



Visions of all I desire came

These gifts I could obtain

The penalty for such treasure

In your world I could not remain

By temptation weakened

Like flowers beneath the frost

Fantasy was mine to live

I realized not my loss



Anon it was ended

Anon it had begun

I awaken after every dusk

Never revealed is the sun

Now in perpetual somnolence

In immortal isolation I wander

Submerged in chimera

To the place of my sepulcher



To the fulfilled I am cursed

To the deprived blessed

Elegant yet perverse

Shall I find my rest?