A pictured falsehood of my very self.
Often had I to mark how in my soul
Each deed and thought turned to its opposite;
So now doth turn what once was love for thee,
Into the fire of wild and bitter hate.
Through all worlds will I seek to find that fire
Which can consume thee. See—I cur—Ah—woe!
Johannes:
Who speaketh here? I do not see my friend.
I hear instead some gruesome being speak.