@feebie 25 February 2021 more from that month

Chained

The threshold of pain I could hold in My will, my memories Buried deep in pains  Of the past and those of present The hot red coal I'm holding As I rewrite the stories As retribution for trying to break out of these chains  My little lord shoved me down, while I resent I shall alter the history Overturn its course Being the villain, I don't mind I shall bestow them the antidote before the poison Even if I shall be damned in the story For by fire, by clay, and by force They will be moulded, able to face the coming whirlwind Be a dweller in their own prison