The Apology
A December's eve
A cold chilling breeze
Can hardly breath
Words hard to speak
I confronted, and came out victorious
An apology arose
Well that's what I thought
Cylinder lights dangle from snapped Commands
Righteous man who could not understand
Why I took a stand
An adroit of body control, mind control, and what he thinks of love...

Well he's nothing now than a torn leather glove
A hand in the glove. Oh so firm
He's curious. He's malevolent

Should the apology be accepted?