In Rememberance Of A Shroud

<br>We who run<br>from the presence of the sun<br>By the voided bitter gleam<br>chasing darkness like a dream<br>All with weary tasks fordone<br>scape the serpents tounge<br>To catch the shadow,<br>let the substance fall<br>Like the sun`s bright beam<br>entagled in melancholy<br>Entagled in the black roars<br>of an image`s stream<br>Put the wretch that lies in woe<br>in rememberance of a shroud<br>The match agreed<br>with flames admired<br>Now I find hideousness in mind<br>Shall I disturb this hallowed house?<br>I have been sent with dusk before<br>to sweep the dust behind the door