The Definition

This is a mark of sins undone,
This is a test of pleasures unknown,
This is a shard of pain to come,
This is a might that was never foretold.

There is window at yonder bay,
There is a fountain upon west gate,
There is a river beneath man’s feet,
There is a ceasing of one’s pale teeth.

The burden is mine and mine alone,
The deed is done and not to groan,
The price is paid and will not be loaned,
The house is mine says the keeper-man.

I have a story yet untold,
I live a mystery to each is own,
I dine and dance amidst sore bones,
I live to see my future throne.

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