Within the night that covers me
Pit dark from pole to pole
I plead whatever gods may be
For my broken, and bleeding soul.
In the fellclutch of circumstance
Yes, I did wince and cry aloud,
Under the bludgeoning of chance,
My head is bloody and is bowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
Looms but the horror of the shade,
Right now and in the coming years,
I shake and tremble, I’m afraid.
Yes, it matters how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll,
I am at the mercy of fate,
I’m in darkness, I’m a lost soul.
G. E. Gorfu