never one so finely wrought
was seen in all the world
as my sweet, burning rosalynd
who parried my thrusting sword
and crushed my dreams to powder
wrenching my heart from my breast
but wait
the sun breaks anew at yonder window
the east awakes and my soul returns
for this bright orb has relit my wick
i follow on, hard and breathless
my shadow is long behind me
so tall i now stand alight
she smiles, i weep, lilies bloom
see how through cloud she wanders
i despair, lost in darkness
the blade rises through the discord in my ears
sharply it dives, she wakes
i stand again in light, wilting i weep
dear, loving star of morning joy
i was a fool