flight of the butterfly, rising free
From the darkest corners of misery
Grow the subtle agents of change
In the dimly lit lost memories
Clever, dark and strange
The fullness of the moon on the horizon
Enshrouded by subtle clouds, shining through the haze
Sets forth a light of mystery, attracts the deepest heart
Misery waits in the realm of desire; I shiver in the impending chill
The stillness of the dark quiet of midnight
Enmeshed in the web that attracts, eerie weary soundlessness
Makes ready the deceit of the ancient dark thoughtlessness
Desire guides the depths to despair, inevitable bliss of death.