  I am beset by my shortcomings. I am inundated with my past failures. I am plagued by what could have been. And in the dark and shadowed halls Did echo shrieks and footsteps' falls. So list the ears of impudence T'wards nothingness and night's laments. "Cry Havoc," and came the dogs of war Upon the heels of the horsemen four To tear at the throats of fallen men, Drink their blood, reveal their sin. 
