Now, have you seen?
The black mane of a dark horse
As it slithers and kiss the marble floor;
Now the whore petticoat, cloaks and hood
On a starry night whispers its oat
Ah! the breath i could not stand,
Me praying God in for the sin, the sin
Even tinder cries of the light strucked
Is it the grief that fall flat and hollow,
Blind nor blast;
See as it sleeps with one eye open
Dusty like an aged morgue
Who would take all?
The body, the soul or the wine
That blessed all,
It helps not; nor render relief as
The heart halt to be judged,
The atmosphere was amazed
To be shocked as it faze about
Is own breath,
Now the sudden peace!
The gusty wind that blows
The untold truth smirks
Along with the blurry wall
That unfold all.