Stygian cave forlorn

A stygian cave forlorn, where envy goes to die,

Pride without scorn, I love a warm supply,

A baby born, a minor storm, a healthy store, a tired mourn, a liar torn,

A kismet set, a dim sunset, a trying bet, a misty haze, a wishful way, a time to play, another day.

Many meetings, many moons, man meets many dooms, I am in my tomb, I am alone in my room, here I sit. Sitting waiting wishing. Believing in superstition. If I had intuition id say to myself, would you be freaking listen.