Who would know

you most

would never

betray you...

A partner in life

In blackest nights

palest days drift by…

Blessed be those moments

whom we may have forgot.

Gratitude to the matyr who

lies dead for his words begot.

iron ink

maidens for you.

a hero

a heroes smite.

a hero who may soon forget

he was a hero to begain...

1. So what was this Hate that brought him down?

Witchcraft voodoo in mind brings forth an unearthly

gaze of transparent eyes.

Blessed be

thy beast tonight

Blessed be the hero smite

A comrade who wanes

in the presence

of his fair maiden.

Knows no truth

in his fading heart.

Has muter shun them far?

2. And so a ravage beast abandons me not in any glorified part. He speaks not even a look in the presence of those dearest in heart. Can you still respect a man who has shut your presence from his life? The hero smite. A dead faced treason. Unjustifiable anger and so he knows and admits in silence. Respect the Friend. The Father. The Son. The Spirit.

The Wife and Child.

The alter.

If all else may falter-

whence lies fabricated towers of

guilt, anguish, regret

and of you?

so if blessed thou be

and thy hour has struck

your heart.

know nothing like this would tear

me apart.

and life- a simple oddity.

learning not a chance at least

 to believe

in fellow man or beast.