Where treads the muse
Winged seraphim
Where shines the hope
When all is dim
To banish fear
Now Creeping near
My grip is weak
I dare not speak
I curse the still
And feeble will
When shadows fall
All futures lost
Where tempests toss
The mortal doom
Doth round me loom
Light smolders dim
And troubles brim
When shadows fall
When shadows fall
To banish fear
Now Creeping near
Curse the hidden
Shred the veiled
Gloom unbidden
Good spirits failed
I Close my eyes
And stop my ears
My grip is weak
I dare not speak
When shadows fall