Fame Is A Fickle Food

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, To A Discerning Eye.

He Deposes Doom Who Hath Suffered Him.

To Multiply The Harbors Does Not Reduce The Sea.

Life Is The Finest Secret. So Long As That Remains, We Must All Whisper.

... And Then I Heard Them Lift A Box, And Creak Across My Soul With Those Same Boots Of Lead, Again, Then Space Began To Toll.