He cries.
The troll of his fears has crept upon him,
As deadly as a
Needle pulling blood.
...
Deeply rooted in every valley
The faith of all men swelter
With the heat of red hills—
Oh the red hills,
...
Tick, Tock-
Time is ticking,
Stop.
Let the words of wasted hours
...
Underneath the hazel eyes
An aurora of shimmering colors
...