My soul doth lie in shadows deep,
Mourn as I must midst castle keep.
What matter my hue?
I cry to so few?
Does my tint of abyss
Deny me love’s kiss?
Would that I know
Great affections to flow,
My soul afire
A heart’s desire,
But born as I am
Slave did they damn
No matter my tone
I shall die here alone.
Free at last.