A tempest of tales long dead, whirl inside.
Raging impotence of feminine ire denied.
Mind and emotions, so rudely rent asunder,
Discordant life's music,banshee and thunder.
I have no hope of retrieving my mind.
Vanished as vapour,and nowhere I find,
Blind trust,and innocence, too long foiled.
Sweet night,take my life,it's,totally void
For then I shall soar to the light,
No more demons or torment tonight