"Vanitas."
His only solace in pain.
A tyranny stricken, both vanity and light.
The perpetual darkness that lurks.
Which rears thy ugly headeth
That gent simply is and not am.
A fool that deceives
Upon realization that 'tis thee
who is deceived most of all.
And by which I am the fool, who believed he could go against time.
To be able to bargain with death himself, to laugh in his face.
A grim tale of a stricken, solitary jester awaits thou.