As light pours in, the days grow dimmer

This room, a cage, where my magic is slimmer

My heart is frozen, and my mind has never been grimmer

He comes in without hurry

But I know of his fury

It is nothing to match mine

He knows not of the agony that plagues this divine

He can't see past the mask that I wear so fine

It is failing

And faltering

But my wit is not altering

All this time has done him no good,

He can't empathize and now he not would

His grip has not wavered, yet he seeks my aid

Our relation is broken but I know I mustn't evade

For revenge must be icily paid