oh friend of old
what hast thou thought
much like ravens in air
thou hast crafted me a night
what hast thou done
oh friend of old
what hast thou done
the moon hath thou curdled
into a crimson
what hast thou bred
oh friend of old
what hast thou bred
an egg of hope hast thou hatched
amidst a lair
what hast thou gained
oh friend of old
what hast thou gained
in this moment of mine
hast thou no inkling of pain
In conversation with your conscience
