The war in us is a frail phantom,

Like a culprit with it's thunder smite

giant presumptious thoughts fill me

with pains abound with anguish doubts

The war in us lives upon a guilty past

conscious struck within, restrained of free speech

resound with groundless complaints

sore, nature weak, cold and damp

The war in us, so luckless so forlorn

Gives a pallid shield to my defenceless breast

How long must you still roam? I lie still beneath the mold

Of your foolish zeal i used to crave to this now dim insulting jest

Take leave forevermore, then, of our dreams,

These monotonous mistrust and bitter fuss

The dense unbroken darkness that reigns our stream

envenomed vain created between us