I Have Drank I have drank the bitter wine From Charon's cup of death, And now I stumble in the dark Searching for the Lethe. Deliver me, o cruel Fates, From thy wrathful hands, Give me rest, o shelter me From thy awful plans. Long ago those summer days, Yet I can still recall The seeds of dark and lonely ways Sewn before my fall. In childhood innocence and wasted youth, One thing still stands clear; A melancholy touch of truth, The ever-present fear, A tragic sense of something wrong, Something yet to be, A pattern of forsaken friends, A doom I could not see. Recklessly, I tasted love, Becoming Cupid's fool; How I danced his merry jig Breaking all the rules. Now to hear my lover's name, Who left like all before-- In anguish my hand sought the blade And plunged it to the core. Cut it out! Take it away-- The heart, that traitorous tool, No longer will I dance the jig, No longer Cupid's fool. I've paid my fare and drank your wine-- Tarry not, my friend, Take me to the blessed shore, The river of memory's end. Let me sip the healing water, Just a single taste, Then rest in peace will I at last, Free of the cruel Fates.