Tyrant Poem by Pablo Alfonso

Where are you going, tyrant, with your shadow?
With your delusions of grandeur. Withered mind.
With your painful life. Without glory. Maligned.
That tortured and poor voice that you disallow.

Where will you go? Where you go with your torment?
Where are you go with your whip, with your cold wind?
With your dark soul and miserly. Your gait twined.
Your walk without light, clarity or consent?

Where are you going? There is no cavity!
There is not a dwelling for you, only hell.
Where are you going? Ask myself. Where will dwell?

Where will you go without light or clarity?
Where? You dealt cruelly with humanity.
The shadows come for you. It sounds deadly bell.