The Black Chapter

ALONE

From childhood’s hour 

I have not been

As others were 

I have not seen

As others saw I could not bring

My passions from a common spring

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone

And all I loved... I loved alone

Then in my childhood In the dawn

Of a most stormy life was drawn

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which blind me still

From the torrent or the fountain

From the red cliff of the mountain

From the sun that round I rolled

In its autumn tint of gold

From the lighting in the sky

As it passed me flying by

From the thunder and the storm

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my way

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This poem is dedicated to Mr. M
(Mercenary Life Distortion)