A Memorial - Winterfylleth

Thy possessions are all naught

Which on earth did you to men exhibit

Therefore shall it be

Than to thee were all earth’s riches!

Bestowed them for the Lord himself

Thou were at a beginning

A bird, a fish in the sea, or a beast of the earth

Traversing the fields, a brute without understanding

Yet in the waste of creatures, the fiercest there!

Though thou were of worm the worst

Did you not become a man?

And answer on that great day

When shall the sins be exposed!

Then will all the world hear the deeds of men

What will you there on doomsday say?

When there shall be no joy

Then it shall go its way

Seek hell’s abyss

Not heaven’s joys

The dust shall be lie!

Shall drink in swarms the carcass

Thirsty for corruption

The tongue be drawn asunder

Into ten parts!

To the hungry ones for food

Not wisely in words converse

With the accursed ghost

To every man

As a memorial

Of mind sagacious!