You think yourself so clever with
All those actions you have birthed
And you see yourself as brave
Yet it is courage you shall stave
When burgundy mist ascends
You will meekly accept the end
And you hope there will be no one
To witness you as the weakest man
And at your last moments, for all your fear
Your heart will gallop to its last breath
For your being shall blatantly steer
Towards the beautiful maiden of death
I know, not that great, oh well. I was bored.
