The incessant rain

The door's ajar, it rains night long ,
His dreams won't fade, somewhere they belong.
Afraid of the black , bereaved of his light ,
He lost his sleep , O' fickle sprite.

Cursed by heaven , caressed by hell,
No remorse , no pain, lone delirium prevail.
Never owned territory a gypsy child,
won't cry no more his blazing eyes.

Up grows the mist in womb of pregnant night,
to nestle the rain but fails and dies.
Convene they could , but will she try ,
O' lord , surprise, show him the sky.

A heathen soul , it still awaits ,
Reveries, they wish, the storm abates.
But efforts like he go hollow vain
His sun is dead , his fate is rain .

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