escaping asylum; the darkness enshrouds head held in hands; madness beleaguers and confounds laughter and memories purge at dawn thine enemy draws nigh; bishop slays pawn drawing mettle at whims decry slaughter of foe and world demise twas it thou; twas it thee? even madness takes the best, thou see? until nightfall thou art at bay then thoust may find the way through the dark and mires' must with thoust blade a mighty thrust drop the foe with no remorse madness leaves thee no recourse morning star sheds thee fear thoust actions before thee doest appear atone for thee thy sins thus darkness falls and madness begins upon thine shoulders; cycle iterates thoust fragile mind doest madness obliterate in the end thou doest see simply thineself staring back at thee