Dust Into Dust, And Under Dust To

The Rose That Once Has Bloomed Forever Dies.

Drink! For You Know Not Whence You Came Nor Why.

And This I Know; Whether The One True Light Kindle To Love, Or Wrath Consume Me Quite, One Flash Of It Within The Tavern Caught Better Than In The Temple Lost Outright.

Oh Thou, Who Man Of Baser Earth Didst Make, And Ev'n With Paradise Devise The Snake; For All The Sin Wherewith The Face Of Man Is Blackened - Man's Forgiveness Give And Take!

A Drink Is Shorter Than A Tale