Album: Der Tanz der Schatten

A Hamlet for a Slothful Vassal

"Behold a jocund morn indeed! -
Sun on high - birds in sky.
Yonder the whist eathing,
Fro where a gale erranteth."

"Ye beholdest but the shadow.
Mayhap a tithe of trothplight -
I deem - e'er and anon!"

"That is a lie!
Lief I am not!
My words are but a twist.
'Tis a feignéd lie through
loathing, I say!"

"To and fro, save hither,
Is thy love."

"A dotard gaffer, I daresay..."

"Not a loth! -
But vying for my kinsmen!""...a sapling not!"

"Beautiful tyrant!
Fiend angelical!
Dove-feathered raven!
Wolvish-ravening lamb!
A hamlet for a slothful vassal -
Soothing ale for a parchèd sot.
Hie to tell me
What ye judgest as naught;
I behold the shadow!"

"Wherefore call me such names;
Nay imp am I!
Thou art my aghast hart -
Grazing in the glade."

"E'er thou sayest aye!
Thief of a plot!
Now go to thy tryst!
Go, leave, totter! -
Until ye dwindlest.
A morsel, nay more,
For thy journey
Hither an thither!"

"That is a lie!
Lief I am not!
My words are but a twist!
Fare well! - with joy I came,
With rue I leave.
Even the orb cannot
Help me melt the ice?!"