It struck me hard, yet I’m not dead
I’ll only forge beyond ahead
And never lose my ground, my stance
To bludgeoning of circumstance

It stuck its blade, it tried to ****
And let blood drip from my heart’s will
But though my soul was slightly bent
To bludgeoning of incident

Never did I to it give in
Instead I’ve forged ahead to win
At last it struck with sharp his lance
And took me down, this circumstance

And let me bleed, its shrill laughter
My woes, my thoughts of dole after
Belittled me to nothing more
Till I dropped wan and cold and sore

Yet gave up, ne’er before I’ve done
And tried I to rise like morn’s sun
And with my light I veered from sight
All circumstance and dark its might

And then I stood and with my blade
I did knick-knack and brought the fate
That long I waited ever thence
The death of darkest circumstance