Look upon this tattered soul.
My heart grows weary as my bones grow old.
With every breath that I take in,
I'm ever closer to the end.

An ugly face, and ugly heart,
It's what's tearing me apart.
Fur and feathers falling away,
Fading faster every day.

As I drift slowly through this town,
I can watch them all fall down.
With posies in my pocket and lantern swinging,
I can almost hear the children singing.

This sad curse of mine, as I hang my head,
Leaves all in my wake broken and dead.
So all alone with my flickering light,
I try not to cry with all my might

-Aureus Alterum Una