Terror rapes the deepest vestiges of my soul

Like vines choking a mighty elm

I hide from sleep, and it’s deadly dwell

does not tempt me easy to its realm

Cold company gathers, to remind

the bell must be alarmed

“Keep quiet, cheeky devils” said I,

They know I am easily charmed

Countries quake, oceans drain

I must have cursed too loud

Devils cackle, my feet are tamed

Closeness, that deafening sound!

Yet when that faces did at last appear,

I found no one else but I, in here.