“Climax of Tragedy”

I stand upon the thun’drous cliffs of world.
My grip: the purest lotus fleur, so fair.
No more! The fate of me is now unfurled.
For lust of blood and vanity lie there.

Oh God above did form this sacred leaf.
He gave his wonders in his blood, his Christ.
To grant a soul and greater love, for grief.
My soul I sold, but still I pay a price.

To see the closing gates before my eyes.
It is ten thousand curses for one light.
For soiled flower beckons terror’s guise.
To hell I cast, but not before this fight.

My foe, my friend, it all will end, you see.
Where fear and sadness, now hate.
Have at thee!