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
Let the red drip on the floor
Read my silent cry
And let my corpse the legions score.