Condolence came soon to me and the realm of my sanctity lay
bordered with uncertainty. The mainstay of my masses were the corners of my
will. Solitude grew prisms in the quarters of my solstice and reflections of
their yesterday's cast shadows on my wayside. Scores of moans unfolding came the
winds set at my back, unholy winter did I court, void of joy and sorrow both, in
all the vision did they lack.