It is finished. Return to your strongholds, prisoners; Wait there for your deliverer. Return to your fortress; raise the ramparts; Take your positions, curled up in the corner, Drawbridge raised, not to be lowered any Time soon. Let the moat surround you; let Your friends and allies hide deep in their pit Dug far, far below the troubles of the ground. There wait: wait in terror, wait in fear, In thwarted belief, imprisoned By hope, deferred, now put outside The drawbridge, with the rubbish and The taunts of the sunrise. Return To your strongholds. Hold on To the skin of your teeth. Hide And hold strong. There’s Nothing more to see.