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 focussed 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 honed my final part.