Once morale and deed
Rest from me
Wresting me

Hubris swayed the plea
Shelter me
Better me

Laureate of greed
Craving me
Hating me

Drunk with apathy
Stoic effigy
Never cede to leave
Never strive to breathe

Prison without walls
Blinding cold
Nihil wrought

Woven in my blood
How to hold
Flee from nought

Veil of Isis bodes
May it fold
Truth be told

Unforgiving flaw
Brought to me this war
Purpose was my all
I became its whore

Limbo monument
Desert of intent
Hurt rests solemnly
On every heartbeat

I yearn to craft an end by my own will
Alas, a stranger to master the skill
May dawn bequeath one
True artisan

Madness beckoning
Goading at me
Isis gains entrée
Lift her veil away

To silence history, dreaming no more
Setting ablaze all the bridges to yore
I must redeem one
Truth of my own