My Laconist, My Friend.

I've learned some from the silence:

Lie prostrate on my pile,

Cloistered in fortress with my trial.

I'll never let you get through.

Do you a favour, this time for free.

Dead or alive, you won't take me.

I want to thank you for being there

And I feel like somebody owed you this;

Not all are so ignorant, Laconist.