12 September 2012
He lay there, broken, Like a flightless bird, The first time woken, For a thousand years,
He's crying, gold tears, While I watch, smug, He had made all my fears, Now I stared across the rug,
My nightmare he was, And now he is caught, I stood like his boss, While he hardly fought,
He was a prisoner now, I was safe from his hands, While I make a final bow, In his hell, he now lands.
Broken Fears • Opuss № I