Sympathy From the Devil

 

Spring has finally imposed

its' drudgery upon my moaning soul

A hollow victory for my darkening shell

cannot speak of my inner Hell

Yea though I walk through the valley of light and flower

it is at the feet of the lonely horned Beast I kneel

And I know and I comprehend

that this "joyous" time I spend

should fill my heart and loins with

agony, ecstasy, a gnawing at my pith

As it does with the lovers a-bundle in

woods as I murkily percieve, I ken

through my sadly stained glass

eyes all alone.