“Still,” said the poet, “I wonder why.
The frozen one, he lives a lie.
Nothing can disturb his sleep,
The gentle numbness, dark and deep.
Feeling for the lack of sensation,
See the emptiness, desolation.”
Power acquired is emotion outcast,
Power sought-after is sought to the last.
Power beckons, so answer the call;
Attain the highest and take it all.
Then find the answer for the feeling
That knocks you down and leaves you kneeling,
Kneeling before the grace of your needs:
Love, upon which everyone feeds.
But, only man, you still deny it,
Steady yourself, and walk on by it.
Deny the savior of mankind,
That which the wisest yearn to find.
Nothing else disturbs the sleeper,
Except the dark and subtle Reaper.