Fear of the Hidden - IXION

One auspicious, one dropping eye

With mirth in funeral and with dirge in birth

In equal scale weighing delight and dole

Could it came with you?

Hidden in your head, intoxicating

Nor have you herein barred our better wisdom,

Which have freely gone with this affair

How could we be so blind?

Could I keep my faith?

A fault to the dead, a fault against nature

Ministers of the plague making night hideous

They should swallow us all

Could it came with us?

I doubt some foul play

No it cannot be

Peevish opposition

Why should we take it to heart?

Do we fall in madness?

Dead middle of the night

We need you to stay sane

It is all in your mind