I have lost the count of days and nights
I have lost the battle; I am tired with endless fights
I haven’t seen the witch; I haven’t seen the moon & sun
I have been condemned, for refusing to pen something fun.
I receive food from the dirty goblins
At times, they tickle me with long nasty nails
This is Dante’s Hell, jail of the jails
I am a sport for the trolls and hobgoblins.
I am still looking for a hope
I hope someone will offer me a rope
To climb the high wall, to reach the casement
An Angel will save me from the hellish basement.
Nothing happens, noone comes, nobody passes by
I could feel the chill; I guess the Winter is here
I wrote a letter, gave it to the Goblin, waiting for a reply
Close that hopeless window, snow flakes are here
And, then Baggity Baggity Boom Boom
Through the window, the Witch arrives upon her nimbus Broom
Sorry! Dear, I was tricked into an offshore assignment
Get up, pack your bag, we are getting out of the basement.