A slap in the face, nemesis following hubris,
You are over confident, he warned
And yeah, I was out teched, caught off guard,
And I felt the touch of evil.
But still, evil disguised behind the banal,
And the perfect disguise, banality.
It appears no threat
But undermines all that is good.
Leaving one disarmed, disoriented and powerless,
The perfect victim.
Driven inward to the last sanctuary
To the Keep, to the last deep inner spring of delight.
I relax, I look out over the marauders,
And plan my revenge.
And my revenge is a measure of my wound.
I am a wounded tiger.
I start to breath
I am so grateful for the Keep
It keeps me safe
And enables me to start again.
But I am shrived, I remember my fault,
I was over confident, and was blind to my enemies,
I have one chink of light
That opens my eyes to reality.