O ringed oak, speak to me tonight:
In the hued caress of fire, do you find warmth as I do?
In the heat of these embers, is there anything worth ado?
“In the haven these flames supposedly created, nothing ever grew.”
O shelled creature, speak to me tonight:
In the secrets of the foam, do you find pleasure as I do?
In the seductive, piercing cold, what doesn’t hide from you?
“In the shade of this being, I’ve only ever had something to lose.”
O Supreme Being, whoever you may be:
In the light of all this darkness, do you have a heart?
In the life that thrums through me, do you play a part?
“In the love that I have for the lost swims loathing for the past, at par.”
O Devil, wherever you may be:
In the chambers of your kingdom, do you miss loving?
In the changing of your nature, is your soul rusting?
“In the chastisement I faced, I fear my patience will soon be nothing.”
O wretched human, however you may be:
In the death of the sky, do you feel remorse?
In the dance of the wild, can you see the forming corpse?
“In the days of torture that are to come, I will be long gone.”