An Aimless Wanderer
Listen! Ha! But now you have covered her over with loneliness.
Her eyes have faded. Her eyes have come to fasten themselves on
one alone. Whither can her soul escape? Let her be sorrowing as
she goes along, and not for one night alone. Let her become an
aimless wanderer, whose trail may never be followed. O Black
Spider, may you hold her soul in your web so that it shall never
get through the meshes. What is the name of the soul? They two
have come together. It is mine!
image: Eddie Two Hawks, Image Collection