Raise your glasses cunning foes!
Behold your triumph and cheer!
The folk are down, who will not flee
will bend the knee in fear.
My neck is broken, wounds are sore
You’ve almost won the war!
So drink a toast and raise your glasses,
brag and mock and sneer!
At dawn when the golden hour passes,
I will still be here.
(written on October the 15th, 2017)