The Promise

The strutting down of shame,

With the promise of return to fame,

Is the hardest of all with a great big fall,

For the promise made good and all is well,

But the promise broken and all is hell,

In this Hades there is no death,

Just to live on in perpetual breaths,

Wanting to stop each of them forever,

But it goes on in suffering more over,

The promise haunts you done good or bad,

All cause of former glory.