Long ago I could have remembered What a herald of beauty life could be The crest of a man becomes his deepest ravine To such as me, my ravine is steep For when daylight fire fades to amber And the moon awakens from its quaint sleep My oath will stand at the edge of this world To fall from red clouds into the earth There will never be peace again For mine was buried long ago There will never be an oath so strong For these stains are too deep to forget Long and bitter are the tales of wisdom Pale and hollow are the words of reason