O ringed oak, speak to me tonight:

In the hued caress of fire, do you find warmth as I do?

In the heat of these embers, is there anything worth ado?

“In the haven these flames supposedly created, nothing ever grew.”

O shelled creature, speak to me tonight:

In the secrets of the foam, do you find pleasure as I do?

In the seductive, piercing cold, what doesn’t hide from you?

“In the shade of this being, I’ve only ever had something to lose.”

O Supreme Being, whoever you may be:

In the light of all this darkness, do you have a heart?

In the life that thrums through me, do you play a part?

“In the love that I have for the lost swims loathing for the past, at par.”

O Devil, wherever you may be:

In the chambers of your kingdom, do you miss loving?

In the changing of your nature, is your soul rusting?

“In the chastisement I faced, I fear my patience will soon be nothing.”

O wretched human, however you may be:

In the death of the sky, do you feel remorse?

In the dance of the wild, can you see the forming corpse?

“In the days of torture that are to come, I will be long gone.”