When once upon a summer’s ending
A fragile man he was intending
That his life may one day be
As bright as sun and shore and sea
But the man his soul was seething
Hemorrhaging from mournful bleeding
High it was the count revealed
Those who’d felt his cold hard steel
And high it was the count remained
Whom in the man’s vainglory slain
Whose undead and immortal pain
Did bathe the man like falling rain
When once upon that summer’s breadth
Where hours came and slowly crept
The man had thought that all was right
The moon the stars the sun and night
And all was right and as it should be
The past is as a teacher would be
Still hard it was for man to see
Himself as what he is to me
I held his hand and knew his heart
I trembled when we were apart
And in that I bestowed my love
He saw himself as what he was