He Was Hanged In The Prison He Fought For His Life Stood There In Hopelessness In The Dark Crying For His Life He Was In Brusies In Cuts Which Led To Blood Dripping, Chained In The Air Perfumed The Prison Bars He So Called Home He Always Was In The Mist In Hopelessness In Desolation With His Wings They Traveled Then Stabbed And Hanged From This Day Tears Of A Numbed Wolf With His Tears Hanged In The Very Prison Air Of Despair Written In Stone Was His Blood In The Precious Arms Of A Prison {Victory} ~[Paris Styron~]