When Death knocks do not answer.
When Madness calls ignore his friendly countenance.
For more afflicting matters take their toll
And these things flicker past while Death remains.
The man whose life is free from Eve's ice touch
Is blessed and yet does suffer from a loss
Greater then the loss that Death will bring:
The loss that Eros fills with random shots.
His arrows have now stricken mine own heart
But fate takes voice from passions locked within.
And yet I know that I must surely try
To tell of all these yearnings long suppressed
For Death and Madness come and linger on
While True Love calls but once and then is gone.