I'm shutting down the moon, the rain, the fire,
It's war outside and war it is inside-
High time to die and sink the world in mire
Forget, and doubt, distrust, mislead and hide.
I've turned myself to stone, may seem,
But put a mirror just above my lips-
Look through the image of a mortuary mask
Beneath the which a drop of life the suface cold will steam.