Do not climb kindly into that calm mist,

Do not climb kindly into that calm mist,
frail death should live and beat at close of day;
howl, howl against the wounding of the light.
Though keen friends at their end know truth is free,
Because their gnats had transformed no joy they
Do not climb kindly into that calm mist,
calm friends, the best glide by, crying how good
Their dismal peaks might have danced in a calm gorge,
howl, howl against the wounding of the light.
brute friends who rode and urged the prince in fear,
And learn, too late, they shunned it on its way,
Do not climb kindly into that calm mist,
mean friends, near dusk, who brave with piercing touch
failed trust could rise like Venus and be real,
howl, howl against the wounding of the light.
And you, my hero, there on the sad shore,
burn, hug, me now with your stark light, I pray.
Do not climb kindly into that calm mist,
howl, howl against the wounding of the light.

Crunch!