i ache

Am I broken glass

That falls in droplets to the floor?

With red that bleeds into the lake

As from my broken tower I pass

And should I scream instead of roar?

No lion gargoyle to protect

the walls have broken in neglect

The strips that bruised the lies abound

And in the Voices stay spellbound

As wound again doth rend and rend

In a place where it cannot mend

i die

Let the red drip on the floor

Read my silent cry

And let my corpse the legions score.