Do not leap rashly into that grim hole,

Do not leap rashly into that grim hole,
drab pain should flare and clutch at close of play;
howl, howl against the breaching of the leaf.
Though wise gods at their end know dark is clean,
Because their furies had built no truth they
Do not leap rashly into that grim hole,
grim gods, the best drop by, crying how well
Their feeble creeds might have roared in a fresh heath,
howl, howl against the breaching of the leaf.
wild gods who rolled and urged the dawn in flow,
And learn, too much, they failed it on its way,
Do not leap rashly into that grim hole,
sick gods, in hell, who hear with bitter taste
cracked hearts could fume like fountains and be bold,
howl, howl against the breaching of the leaf.
And you, my foe, there on the severe ledge,
beat, heal, me now with your fresh love, I pray.
Do not leap rashly into that grim hole,
howl, howl against the breaching of the leaf.

Crunch!