Oh, the cleverness of me!

As he stood and waited by the blue gate,
He heard in the dark starless night a cry.

Alone he went forth to decide his fate,
Alone he went on, looking to the sky.
There he saw through the black and mist a light.
Where stars could not, it shown bright, bringing hope;

He felt strength and courage to face the fight.
With this newfound power he could now cope
with troubles which before had caused him strife.
He walked from the mist into the dawn.
Renewed was his passion renewed, his life.
He felt light; he felt new, despair had gone.

Inspired to conquer the world today,
The new dawn broke as Stalin walked away.