I cannot live in bitter dungeons <br />In the caverns of your heart <br />Where roam the flying creatures <br />Of javelin and dart. <br /> <br />I shall wrap my cloak about me <br />As the nightside tempests start <br />In those halls of bitter dungeons, <br />In the caverns of your heart.<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-horns-of-the-moon/
