I heard the screams of the night,
I heard the coming morn,
I heard the knights
And of theirs swords,
I heard the mourn.
I saw the light
That was left unborn…
I heard the cry
Of the corpse while
I saw the scorn
In his deep purple eyes,
In his eyes that lies lorn…
I heard his rhymes…
I heard it all in a tone torn.