A tower grim; a glowering darkness, And only brown of red the other hue I saw it in the distant eyes And yes, He knew, but focused only On the mortal soul of mine; After all, He had a role to play, And wine: my shivering blood to quaff! If only I could Him betray To break the seal of destiny; Escape the lone cacophony That emanates from wailing minds! Damn the fate of His it awes and blinds! But oh! the mighty hammer strikes a toll; The slow approach of Him upon the knoll Commences exudation of a dying heart. Endorsing all, I played my final part.