A lost soul, wandering through the dark corridors of His own mind, seeking enlightenment...

Madness and despair are His companions as he wanders through the lands, desiring
only the peace that exists in the night, in a dreamless sleep.

Icy voices from the depths call him,like winter winds and their maddened screams through the
caves of consciousness.

Without rest, eyes empty, sleepless...

Attracted to the oblivion, and afraid of it, in His  madness he gazes sometimes to the empty skies and sometimes to the abyss.


"Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem," which means "Visit the interior of the earth, and by rectifying (correcting or purifying) what you find there, you will discover the hidden stone."

THE FEAR OF MADNESS

by: Lucretia Davidson (1808-1825)

HERE is something which I dread,
It is a dark, a fearful thing;
It steals along with withering tread,
Or sweeps on wild destruction's wing.
 
That thought comes o'er me in the hour
Of grief, of sickness, or of sadness;
'Tis not the dread of death--'tis more,
It is the dread of madness.
 
O! may these throbbing pulses pause,
Forgetful of their feverish course;
May this hot brain, which, burning, glows
With all its fiery whirlpool's force,
 
Be cold, and motionless, and still,
A tenant of its lowly bed,
But let not dark delirium steal-
[Unfinished]