Liars.

Oh my dear and lowly reader

From the grasping clawing mirror

How I weep? How I weep?

For the body I can’t keep

Oh I cry, Oh I cry

For the flesh that’s never mine

And I tear at the skin

In a din, In a din

For the fear of the dark

Keeps awake my hark

So I hark, How I hark

For a flesh that so dark

Keeps in it a heart

Oh the heart How the heart

With the bloodless hopeless mark

Of a fearful generation

With the gloomy innovation

Of a dim and lowly standard

So far-fetched and pandered

To the desires of a few

And is now the hope of many.

How they lie.