One day I spake thus to my dearest May:
“My love, I feel an ancient fear grip me
That sucks dry Joy, sends Laughter all away–
I wake to nightmares which I cannot flee!
I need a remedy of mighty strength,
Before my mind and heart fade to black,
That will help me escape from hell’s arm’s length.
O, dear, I beg you, do not let me crack!”
With tender voice my dearest May said:
“For you, my love, whom inner demons fight,
The Secret is the key to end your dread;
It is the one way to rekindle your Light!
But tread cautiously, many have gone mad–
You must learn to become happy whilst sad!”