from a misfortune of virtue
you bravely rescued me
nights of decadence and skin
replaced the goodness without end
the brightly kindled chalice
edges out the cross of gold
to my angels and my daemons
most forcefully do i hold
and as a headstrong runner
i blithely set the pace
from the life of holy relics
to unconsecrated bliss
your genteel tuition has
brought me this far astray
but i take the carriage reigns
to find my immortality