Oh reign of fear
Thou hast taken away my very soul
I cling to the mist of my fantasy
Ever more ephemeral vapor
Not believing
I cannot
Oh Father
I am who has forsaken Thee
In my fear I remain captive
Thou of the Grandeur
I look to Thee
And find myself irredeemably lost
My acts are of no consequence
I who once walked with angels
Am but the lowest of thy creatures
And even now I try to raise my head
I look to Thee
And I know I am lost
What Great Will drives me
To my destruction
Am I so hopeless that
I follow.
The fool I am
That follows the lie
That clings to that which is
Untrue, unclean
In what ancient memory
Am I lost
My own lost grandeur
My own lost soul
The tiny flickering flame of truth
Hope
Receding into the distance
Of deep space
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem