Midnight Brought On The Dusky

A Man May Be Ungrateful, But The Human Race Is Not So.

Thus Belial, With Words Clothed In Reason's Garb, Counseled Ignoble Ease, And Peaceful Sloth, Not Peace.

Death Is The Golden Key That Opens The Palace Of Eternity.

Our Cure, To Be No More; Sad Cure!

Good Luck Befriend Thee, Son; For At Thy Birth The Fairy Ladies Danced Upon The Hearth.