I SHALL MISS QUINTESSA I shall miss the silence the space And the stares that are worlds apart Onto which these stains of all strife And all life they depart for the dark But never too engraved these sins much Denied and all griefs so imbibed And for places to where these steps I would take for the sake of the sane... I shall miss those sirens of sadness That bellowed in all scenes so undone For white lies and dark sighs it is time now For the world to welcome me back From this altar for pain to departed red roses Of hope that had bloomed once again For this I unto me as I carve once again, this Glorious path to heavens amidst all lost smiles... And to this end of all misery I now stand At the threshold of more bright white faces! Of things left unsaid for when the last I set out For darkness within and without for within thus remained... And so now I shall miss this unruly Hubris; this darling wrecked Quintessa For the spirits they had lurched from the void And then straight to the da...