Void lies the space
Of a heart so lone
Like a muse with no tone
Played on the silent days.
The serpent's tongue on the nectar of life
Offers evil paradise
The lone soul meet entice
To the sultry space of strife.

With the shinning sun
He no longer shine,
In that idle island
Where beauty with no leg now run
Pride with the swine now dine
In the heath of an isolated land.