Here I stand in dismay
Dried by the truth
Writing in blood an essay
An ink bright and smooth
Exiled in slumber
Where a crow conspires
Realms entail in blunder
And memories acquire
Beneath a rain of stars
Concealed in strain
Absolving the scars
Uncovering the stain
And I took a glance
Towards the abyss
As I laugh in advance
To the coming bliss