Tried of
dull ages, I walk the same ground,
collecting the tragedies still
Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind
carried my cross to the hill
And how I lust for the dance and the fire
deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
spill me the wind and its fire
to steal of the colors - I’m the moonshield
Shattered hope became my guide
and grief and pain my friends
a brother pact in a blood-ink penned
declare my silent end
Naked an dying under worlds of silent stone
reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone
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