KING LEAR. RETRIBUTION

 

 

He’s deafened by his grief.

The poor old father, —

His suffering has caused him to go mad.

 

And life, in just a moment,

Changed her colors,

And spilled into a dreadful sea of lead.

 

His daughter’s gilded souls

That craved affection,

Instead were filled with sorrow and ill will.

 

A king without escorts.

In dejection,

His flesh had died, his spirit had gone still.