So now must I live in perpetual gloom.

Will the sun never once again rise?

Darkness and sadness

The mood all prevailing,

With nothing to lighten the leaden skies.

Has he sloth for his hand maiden,

Does indifference reign?

Whatever the cause the effect is the same.

Ill-planned – ill-timed, it went awry.

There remains but the longing, the seeking, the pain.