I sought a lifetime long and lost

Hiding from the sunlight, cowering in the dark

Such a thing that's frightened by every changing mark

Reeking the emptiness of mold and moss

Peeking out to catch the evening loss

Frightened away by the sweetest princess lark

A dew-drop cannon, a sigh is thought a bark

Leaving dead eyes to approach the paper cross

What had the lifetime to do with being lost

In the mainstream blue of innocent dreaming?

What wrought that ancient malice to the toss

Then steered the white hand to split the cost?

What but malice is nighttime seeming

If twilight loses a life still beaming?