Shadow of my glancing eye oh how perspective changes you.
Oh how focus angles you to behave so still.
Climbing now this mountain for no thrill except to seek will, but will you stay?
Will darkness take thee away from this castle built for two?
No, it can't be, but be only for the time seen, but without seeing.
Knowing there is virtue in my blindness, my troubles upon this guiding light may it not wither yet.
Before I forget my letter is sent.