To the wounded and scorned
To specters forlorn
To love's shadow
Howling like snow
Again and again
I will confess
Until the words
Have lost their sense
Will choirs sing
If I've atoned
The dungeon answers
The echoes, my own
Night won't fall
Day won't break
No point in leaving
No reason to stay
A past gone lean
Ghostly and white
I inch on with my cane
By some false light
Of the blues that were sung on a careless day
And the hymns to the sea that were asked to stay
Of the wine-soaked tales of gutter-born grace
I wail like clay
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