Sonnet.

From the solitude, the fear, the angst,

The dark coat like an obscure shadow comes 

And the menacing, daunting, silent glimpse

Of th'ghoul, I scream but extort no response.

Specter of the Hades, what is thy aim?

Is it to take my soul, to take my breath?

I beg thee, restless soul, pronounce thy name,

And at last, bring me peace or bring me death.

I hear thy poignant dirge, thy pleased chant,

Tell me, oh ghost, is it joy? Is it grieve?

But in this life, each smile, each tear is scant,

On lord! Oh existence! How short, how brief!

But such a deceit, a broken mirror,

My flesh, no reflection, God! The horror!