Magnum opus

  A fit of morose inspiration came upon me. Looking it in the face, I had to cry.

I had a splendid comrade,

Whom none shall ever best.

No choir did sing, no lyre,

When he was in the pyre

And came to shameful rest.

 

And when the devil came here

And said he'll bring him back,

I was so gay and merry

Until I had to bury

More comrades' ash so black.

 

This story's so disgraceful,

It's so grotesquely built;

My face is now so vile―

I want to burn the pile

Of ever-lasting guilt.

An Cat Dubh, 20.2.09

  Never again.

  Unum diem...