Ah how dark the nights have grown

As the time ticks on alone

And I weep so deep inside

With the pain that doth reside

For I wonder what is to come

In the shape of things undone

And the fears of wretched life

Such an ever horrid strife

What is being held for me?

For I surely cannot see

Any ending too great here

Any finale more than tears

And it frightens me so slow

In this soul trapped here below

Shall I forever remain this way

Silent without a chance to say

What I wish to become of me

Something more than misery

But alas I must cry hark

For here comes the marching dark