The torrent of love, washed away to the open sea. As the breath of midnight, sang of her again and again. And I waited as the hours passed, and the lifeless hope told me to wait no more. And the covetous clocks all rang together, with tales never before known. And the one of the forlorn stature came to me soon, and said that this is not your fate. And he told me of stories that were secret, from the messages of all them seas. And I waited for salvation. And it did not come.