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
