Under the abyss, estranged from light Hidden in the chasm of his own sight Portend of life and purveyor of death Like a wounded bird in the iron cage Half dead, like in an immortal trance Such is the story of man, who in rage Grapples with his own ordained fate. Inside the independence of Iron Gate, Shut up totally from the external light, Where only succinct freedom regales The essence of the caged man genes Like the murky moon???s midnight reign Not far off dawn, in the margins of light With snooty hope, that burns like the fire And perishes the life in the sands of time With calm split, as glowing iron with fire Lit by the uncertain ray of destiny???s trail