XI
The hooves clutter along the ground, I shake,
The ground where I stand must surely quake,
Turn up the earth and turn it against him,
Twist my mind, never let my thoughts turn dim!
X
Across fair fields, I race to her demise,
The dance in full swing where women must rise,
And through huge crowds, a haughty face,
I take great joy in this wild goose chase!
IX
Through cobbled streets where I am a stranger,
The world around me not knowing the danger,
Of what I could do if I saw in their minds,
Words to spite me and break my great find!
VIII
Air rushing past me, the knots in my hair,
Around that street corner, there's the great lair!
And standing before me, the fiery gates,
Where joy and corruption shadows o'er my fate.
VII
There was the guard, I thought him his twin,
What now me thought should I commit the same sin?
Thoughts ran through me of heavenly bliss,
And with no hesitation, I planted a kiss.
VI
The gates swung open with elegance and flair,
As the sun bows his head in sorrow and despair.
Let this old mask fulfil my disguise,
Then no-one shall see my dark scheming eyes.
V
Gold guided doors to match gold gilded minds,
Gold gilded liquors and some gold gilded finds!
Entrances and windows adorned with red drapes,
Where guards block the doors and stop your escape.
IIII
Hallucinations meddle with my musing,
My plan ricochets, I end up losing!
My body is carried to the place de greve,
Those ghastly thoughts… I do not believe!
III
Is this a cup I see before me,
A chalice of such beauty, the poison she will never see!
This Holy Grail will fulfil my ambition,
What a perplexing juxtaposition!
II
My affair of the poisons is underway,
Drinking every last drop, I turn away,
I wish not to be blinded by the scene of a crime,
She falls, the hands reach 1 and the clock chimes.
I
Powering down through my devilish heart,
Where drops of success will fuel my new start.
The clock has struck 1, and my deed is done,
And now she is dead, my battle is won!
The Ghost of Robert Browning