Breath of the Devil

It saddens and maddens me—that dreadful shrieking!
That perilously purposeful and clamorous wreaking!
It gives breath to those who have in their hearts despair only;
Yet it is evil to those who love, to the quaking lonely!
We watch and we wait with ghastly hearts beating;
The beatings will soon stop for I am near death, seeking
A refuge from this terrible, pitiless pain
The only refuge I care for is the one I can never attain!
For it is beyond my reach, my shivering hand lies still
I dreampt of heaven but never shall I get what you will
I will lie in the meadows with red heart still a-going
While you sit comfortably in the clouds still a-blowing
My future I know of, syllables hanging with dishevel
My fate lies only in the breath of the devil.