The darkness is high, the brightness is low

And the window is far beyond reach

A turret's no place for meandering lace

It's the crenellation's way

Rising back the red and the black

No matter where roaming is down

I tried to Hide with a capital H

But those ascenders gave me away

I had them removed and then came the end

With the letter after M

Rising black the red and the black

No matter where roaming is down