Engulfed within somnolence Submerged within chimera In isolation I wander To the place of my sepulcher The beauty of oblivion Obstructing my path Elegant yet perverse To follow that before me So blindly I durst Visions of all I desire came These gifts I could obtain The penalty for such treasure In your world I could not remain By temptation weakened Like flowers beneath the frost Fantasy was mine to live I realized not my loss Anon it was ended Anon it had begun I awaken after every dusk Never revealed is the sun Now in perpetual somnolence In immortal isolation I wander Submerged in chimera To the place of my sepulcher To the fulfilled I am cursed To the deprived blessed Elegant yet perverse Shall I find my rest?