To sweetness
we are drawn, to pleasure,
dream and death;
it seems unlikely
slaves would cut their wrists
or free themselves from bondage
to fall into the darkness.
O! how freedom, sweet as
honey tempts us!
As Orpheus looked
back, the song he struck
saving sailors from the violence
of a siren's touch,
his wife from Hade's love;
the lure of blackness,
the weight of memory,
the mystery of shadow
proved too much.
