The Warden keeps me in my place.

I know he is mad by his face.

His hands are strong,

and make days long,

the Warden has no fear.

The Warden knows where I've been,

he knows all about my mortal sin,

yet still he ticks unphased,

while I wait dazed,

the Warden is forever.

The Warden kills all his slaves,

though not using even one stave,

he waits them out,

so they won't pout,

the Warden always wins.

I found a way outside this prison.

The Warden surely will fail,

if he tries o follow,

he'll find me hollow,

this Time I've won.