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.