Irreal life of Sebastian Melmoth --
Wild, scarred, in Nessus-robe invested:
What word inspired or tormented jesture
Once made you take a fly like an unfortunate moth,
Laid on the wheel until the end of time,
The end of sirens' singing ringing in our ears...
But what about the space, my friend? don't you believe that tears
From starring eyes of ours flooding, once shall it redeem?