Since the first of hours Of childhood an thereon In all my views and pond'rings I have felt alone Beauty I had savored In other sights than all And a twisted grandeur I've seen in things that fall I always found fulfillment Being on my own And in my plays and passions I hit my distinct tone From their source of delights Peasce I never found But from deep within me My true self was unbound Enter the wolf Night Hunt So cold Wolf Heart So lone Soul Eyes So Blind Dark Star So Bright Sprawling was my anger Being chained to their Notions uniform and Ambitions so austere But that wrath transcended To a thing divine Creations and catharsis And Pride! - they were all mine Pride! - alike the peacock I felt it to the core From every cell and marrow It's results did outpour Like the bird's adornment The wheel magnificent It had manifested In beauty of no end Now spread thy wheel...