Much pity, you have cast your
Name for the hollow prattle
Of some foul fiend who showed
You his world to come,
And pressed the lead hot shot
To fashion as you will.
Without a Name wander you will-
Never know the wind, nor music
Of the Spheres from which
You ignoble beggar, without a name
Shall forever wander.
For when soul was your own name
You chose some fiend for your sage
That made nit-picking of Word
If you should come across nameless fears
these are ever your pickings
Gone is your aim; so has your ease-
Nothing remains but darkness surround:
Consider you earned your wages
And also the empire of darkness
That now surrounds you.