The Dreams of Youth Come ye not into this world of peace All ye minions of that further dark abyss We have lived now countless ages set apart And we take not kindly to this latest threat. Our sickness at the sight of thee impart An honor 'mongst ourselves we seldom treat; Where with winged phantom made of legends, taught To innocents, will in thy hoary hole stay caught. To eat upon my soul you come again, These ages waited 'till true love me pierced, When tempted e'en by God I must remain Within the shade my guard by hatred nursed.