And as these ties rage me,
So then my skin will melt
And drip down empty caverns
Where heart and soul once dwelt.
[A light in distance hued with gold,
But ever out of reach,]*
*Was going to add these lines, but then couldn't think of what else to put to finish the stanza.
Seek not, ye fools, for golden stars,
That bring but low unhappy ends,
For truth and beauty lie within
Not they, but hearts of friends.