They never sought him out to let him know   Withering, he stayed, growing weak   As if his flesh would burn out their eyes   His voice, wrench the ears from their heads,   And shatter their hollow skulls!   What hath he done, this creature, unknown   In character and stance   To be inflicted with such rage and fury?   Ah yes, to be unknown is to be frozen in   A barren vault of loneliness.