You need not ponder changes wrought by age,
my vain and venal baron, for the truth
of you is held on time’s ungreying page
and you will dwell eternally in youth.
However deep depravity might sink,
such wings as you were given shall not fail,
though courses may not pass as you would think –
you soar, while pious saints grow old and stale.
Humanity has flaws; the fiery eye
burns deep within, a passion seeking form;
its beauty is the lightning gone awry,
yet only fools and poets ride the storm.
To capture others’ hearts you broke your own
now through their unmourned dust you rise alone.
my vain and venal baron, for the truth
of you is held on time’s ungreying page
and you will dwell eternally in youth.
However deep depravity might sink,
such wings as you were given shall not fail,
though courses may not pass as you would think –
you soar, while pious saints grow old and stale.
Humanity has flaws; the fiery eye
burns deep within, a passion seeking form;
its beauty is the lightning gone awry,
yet only fools and poets ride the storm.
To capture others’ hearts you broke your own
now through their unmourned dust you rise alone.
It could be worse