Oh please, oh no, say it is not so!
My love has now told me to go.
Said to me with heart of stone:
“Show your face to me no more
And just leave me the hell alone!
You are dark as earthen loam!
Never shall you bring me home!
Your mouth it froths with rabid foam!”
How can I learn to stow this woe
Which permeates my very soul?
Now I wander to and fro
Fighting my eternal foe
With no spear nor knife nor bow,
Only pain ‘pon me bestowed.
Love for me shall never grow,
A pleasure I shall never know,
Death for me comes far too slow.
Let my eyes be picked by crows.
God I beg thee take me home,
Or let me fall so far below,
For I no longer wish to roam.
Turn the last page of my tome
As I kneel before your throne
Let me keen my final tone
All this to thee I do bemoan.
