Death On My Tracks In Haste Poem by Nero CaroZiv

This death, this vile fiend, our final end whose ghastly presence ever
Beside us like our own glued shadow relentlessly hangs,
Our inner soul dreams to evade the mad demo nous endeavor
No way out; it would scourge you to severer desolation and pangs.
We should be as we are; our from birth settled fate,
Helpless and dark as it is, any change would aggravate.


I remember summer nights there were spirits of the young air,
School was out; angles floated in the evening breeze,
And gentle winds dreaming ghosts, with eyes as fair
As star-beams among twilight foliage trees
Such lovely creatures in the world I was longing to meet
Often on dewy sands I strolled my lonely sandals less feet.


Mountain winds, and babbling water springs,
Running through mossy rocks; moonlight seas, the voice
Of these inexplicable, emitting joy things,
Soothing the night; I did hold commune, and rejoice
When they did engulf me with glee; but they
Cast, like a worthless boon, my love away.


So far from death back then, I had sought in starry eyes
Beams that were never meant for me
But another's wealth; tame sacrifice
To a fond faith! still did I pine?
Still did I hope that greeting hands,
Voice, looks, or lips, may answer my unanswered demands?


Ah! wherefore did I build my crave and hope
On the false earth's inconstancy?
Did my own mind afford no scope
Of love, or moving my boyish thoughts to love to be?
That natural scenes or human smiles
Could steal the power to wind me in their trickery and wiles?

Yes, death on my tracks in haste; all the faithless smiles are fled
Whose falsehood and vile deceptions left me broken-hearted;
The glory of the moon is stale dead;
Night's ghosts and dreams have now vanished; departed;
My own soul still is true; un rebelling to love to be
Even though preyed on by foul fiend and chocking misery.


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