Harsh is the boy, atop a tower of strings,
Shadowed by mountains, surrounded by rings.
False is his judgement, and long is his fall,
Forgetting the sound of justice's call.
Glum is the boy, forlorn on the ground,
Crushed by the rocks, tumbling down,
Pusillanimous he sits, downtrodden, and coerced.
Singing the song of a fearful verse.
