I linger in deep lassitude, in solitude
as knaves beset my life and against me contrive
one truth defeated by two lies, deceiving eyes
mastering the multitude with shrewd attitude
each torment probes my sanity with cruelty
inside the eye of the storm, yet more tempests form
the betrayal by the one once held most loyal
twisting reality with grim mortality
inside, the inferno coils as my spirit spoils
I should have heeded the presage on your visage
the impending end is here, your prize was too dear
your hand rapture foils, my soul for survival toils
neither angels can descry your foreboding grin
nor your suitor now, foresee the tempest within