For decades he lingered in his cell
manacled, unwashed and neglected
a living hell
which few souls even suspected.
With rotting teeth and uncombed beard
he grew ever madder, and feared
the rats that scampered through the gloom
the brief morning sunlight
that slunk through the window grates
in his perpetual tomb,
with little difference between day and night,
languishing in his unchanging fate.
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