Slicing, Dicing
                     Holding Court
                     Standing stalwart in my   
                     fort

                   Golden Chalice
                   Breaking Bread
                   Soon Enough You shall be 
                   dead

                   Shaking Hands
                   Scuffling Feet
                   In War Meat Talks To  
                   Meat

                   Impossible Hopes And 
                   Scuffed Dreams
                   Forests Are Burned 
                   Dirtied are the Streams

                   Shame and regret
                   No Further do Get
         (The world of reality is further yet)

                 Shuddering in a room
                    Impending doom
         There are too many sounds in the room
            Sing the praise of brighter day
                    But then again 
                  All that they were 
                     melted away.