With eyes of anguish, and of pain,
In desperation look on me;
Eyes that blaze from out that pane,
Disturbed in their fragility.
Am I beholden to that gaze,
Whose mad and melancholic stare,
The mysteries of her own maze,
Has led me ever inward there.
Night after night, what tragic tale,
Does she long to communicate,
I pray to understand the gale
That wails within her gilded gate.
What does she see, what does she dream,
What thoughts like constellations run
As orphans lost on twilight's stream.
Her web of dark emotions spun,
A tortured look like night itself,
In ghastly silence glanced at me,
But for a moment, as an elf,
Whose spirit never can be free.
I would that face had never gazed
From out that cage, nor chosen me,
When I in apprehension raised,
My eyes toward Persephone.