Childhood Alone

Mad was he yes quite mad was he In all his aspects and rivalry What he saw was in shadows glow The acquaintance of dark that never go Passion of fragrances from within The dimly moods of a twisted spin From youth of sorrow and depraving Dreams where forgotten in his craving Images that rolled in love and hate Childhood alone in the darkish debate He was a torrent from inside drawn Wings of the dark that couldn't see dawn Feeling of depths from good and ill All his wanderings onward to fill Dimness that touched his footsteps by Drawn from life’s glow only gloomy sky Binding together each his mystery Never in freedom to become free Unknown to the sun into the deep Lightening from storm was his to keep Seethe of his dark and darkish cloud Made him always lonely among the crowd