Stand over here across the precipice.

You're on the other side

But I hold the flame.

I dropped it and caught the wood ablaze.

Indifference did not soothe,

nor wine from a skin.

Those written words you left behind

misunderstood to begin with.

Tell, again, the tale of Fortunato

it is my own.

stuck behind the bricks, drunk in a jester's cap

All for the love of God. Yes, for the love of God.