For the heavy bells will never ring,
The pure dust settles down,
But sweetly; the blackbird doth sing,
Till the night sky comes to town.
But the sky will remain though,
In the face of false love’s fate,
And then the cursed lovers know,
That destiny hangs about the gate.
And then the silent foe comes sliding up,
To whisper a thoughtful embrace,
Bear his revenge on sweet and sour,
Yet longing to win the race.
But he does not know that sadness will,
Curse him for eternity,
Beyond the walls of masked; still,
Stands the clouded mind’s vast sea.