The Romance of Yin and Yang

An Evening of Silence and Melancholy Is the painful beginning As I passed a valley of darkness and astrayal And loneliness sprouted my fair being The moon was nearing it's apathetic apex

This is a story about a man who never met his mother.

Sunset of deep december, a slumber for sweet summer A shining and beautiful dagger appeared as a lady; She was sublime like the gods of olympus; She shook the verge of the hole of my sanity;

One midnight of may, in all my tears and dismay Whilst facing the smooth curves of my sonnets A voice called out from my window, so sweet and so slow Which reminds me of my muse, my Janette.

Last words dug me my grace Epitaphs written and gave A thought and sense of laughter. Empty eyes left to decay Still you have nothing to say I think I'll just go on.