Tears Hot

Tried I once again to you hold But-Alas- you had just been sold To The Shrewdest Merchant of Old, Whose merchandise should first go sold… Tears hot I tried to boldly check But soon guessed it correct not a wreck Whether ascended I a deck To cry or not, it is Death’s Peck! The Ever Crazy With Power, Mankind hitting every hour, ‘Dearest’ once treasured like Flower, You would glimpse and turn A Tower! Giant I would hold by the tail, So that he could never me fail And just like that wrought his escape Me leaving with fooled mouth to gape… Death its flogging does with wire Sadist that never could tire!