Under the moonlit night of the hellish glare

I ignore the tempting, frightful stare.

The ghoulish figure I once called death

Turns into my own worst fear; it steals me breath

This green and dying and hateful troll

Steals my trust, rots my soul

This however is a plaque

Of all the things this world lacks

The good, the hope, the chance of health

Is dismounted by the search for wealth

The root of all treacherous things

And yet we don’t comprehend what hate brings

This hellish creature that haunts my dreams

And cuts my happiness at the seams

Is not the death id once omened

It’s my own image, It’s me condemned.