Midst blackest hours of a hideous night
I here do sit and contemplate my fate,
For in such hour there is no darker plight—
When gods and demons both collaborate.
But yet what mortal soul should beg such wrath
Or such fierce counsel here itself convene?
What mighty sin yet calls me here to task?
What maxim could a humble life demean?
Perhaps I’m but a pawn in some great game
Of chance, the rules of which remain unknown,
And winning thus, what could contenders gain
Were legions great the paltry to o’erthrow?
Yet what to ask when gods or worlds collide
Save for swift death; then bravely step aside.

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