what hast thou thought
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