Strike

Strike thyself upon thy head
And play the role that thou art dead.
Still thy heart and freeze it fast,
That it pulse no more; beat its last.
Catch thy breath within thy breast,
Hold it calmed and silent lest
Thou betray that once thou lived,
A pain that thou hast ne'er forgived.
And for thy ache thou'lt receive fair price:
Thine eyes to stone, thine heart to ice.