A year! - My head sunk beneath
Horizon which conceals the hell
Drags its prey along by teeth
Around, around the soul’s grim cell
An eternal year these torturous ways
Which make me see, sense, hear the soul
Of deathly fear, that reaper strays
To maim innocence with hot claws foul
My hunted heart, my shredded mind
Could never last the trials of fires
In which grim Lord in evil refined
Sets to torture and never tires
That empty, putrid and bitter eye
From whence the pits of torture surveyed
Roves its sights upon me as I
Relinquish hope for which I’d prayed