That dark night, I cried in the heavy rain,

And cold drops blended with my grave pain,

O, sorrow, thou shed down my live meadows,

What relief didst bear thy wary falling widows.

 Lost deceived spirit from not love betrayed,

Cold in the dark, tyrannized silence swayed,

The splash of paradise glory cannot be seen,

And all agonized humour shade eyes’ screen.

 
Night haunted thoughts, and my dejected soul

hovered in the chilly dreams of undying fall,

Frozen in mortality, knowing yet, there’s more,

Of my future history to be told of my past lore.

 
Dark in the cold, deluded by paths of lies,

Paved by fatuous wisdom and falling rise;

Lost in legacy, impeded by hysterical ties

I obediently surrender to stream of eyes.

 
My father shed a tear before he calmly died,

A single shallow burn on skin swiftly dried.

And the morning lionized congruous rain,

How rigorous thou art, nature, when in pain.