Revel in many, first the art of fear.
To paint fond pictures of the coming day,
To abscond the life I hold closely dear,
When butterflies can soon fly astray,
Amorphous is the power of this life,
My eyes reflect fear, but I am not scared.
The weight of the world hidden sly in strife,
My pride on my sleeve for I have been dared,
The hearts of my citadel surely taint,
Afflatus, the artist of all above,
The walls of the bastion hoaxed and still faint,
The garden below, I think the world of
The adventures of chance, I’ll soon embark
Ruritania in light, set and marked.