woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see
Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.
My love is as a fever, longing still.
That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water
This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.
Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.