A little demon followed me
until I found it comforting --
Soft as a tiger in a field
I too have vanished in the real.
From time as old as I can tell
I plumbed the depths of every hell --
I craved a glimpse of that reward
to know no death and fear no sword.
But every turn took me away
from where my heart's desire lay --
I grew so crazed within those walls
I did not want the thing at all.
At that the walls did crumble down
a ghastly light shone all around --
I felt the life course through my veins
just where no love for it remained.
But such is life and such is death
I know the value of each breath --
to love a shade and see it pass
(there is a price for everything)
it is a sweet and bitter draught
(the wind among the meadow grass).