Vii Madriiax B
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deal heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Big City Train
hear the haunting theronade
like a chant through a timeless abyss
or the cries from the wolves from the
long lost woods
moon-less nights caress her
in shades of a nocturnal beauty
she dances on cemetary ground
be-witched by the wistful tunes of thy dark
enslaving eyes of a whistful darkness
calls me as a silent prayer
she is the one of nocturnal beauty
force me to become her slave
take - me on your journey
she was a woman in black lace
dancing like a raven around the mountain side
and the music of her wistful songs
or laughter, or
like a chant through a timeless abyss
or the cries from the wolves from the
long lost woods
moon-less nights caress her
in shades of a nocturnal beauty
she dances on cemetary ground
be-witched by the wistful tunes of thy dark
enslaving eyes of a whistful darkness
calls me as a silent prayer
she is the one of nocturnal beauty
force me to become her slave
take - me on your journey
she was a woman in black lace
dancing like a raven around the mountain side
and the music of her wistful songs
or laughter, or