Oh, how I need to be so much more than I am to overflow with a courage that has long since fled for the torrents of time have consumed my hope they left nothing but an aching void and the vibrance of what once was is now pallid, cold and bleak
Yet driven somehow something survives eclipsed veiled, but not extinguished a radiance within the dying embers lives on a terrible beauty is born
Oh, how truly I have lost so much more than I can bear I overflow with sorrow that has no end for the heavy weight of years has bent me so that I cannot be as I was before and the wonder that filled my eyes grows pale and specter thin
Yet enduring I am arisen and tragedy becomes epiphany what is lost is not hope but illusion and a terrible beauty is born