The nails he placed tore my outer drapes; br rusted, those sharp edges perished br never touched my heart br nor to my pure soul; br he had in his hand aplenty br curses from a timid north wind br and waves from one dead sea br and those curses traveled back br on wings towards its source br where he stood on a mountain top br to breath but he turned breathless br for the first time in his life br he felt he lost as he could not br hold back his own destiny...