Deaf to reason, all pleas ignored
Quench the until you drown
Sink to depths self conjured
Wear the shame as traitors crown
Speak harsh, shout through
All but last of lies
Strike hard, srike true
Final chords of life
Blind harbinger for others’ creed
Yet a vessel for nothing in duty and toil
Reaching for scepter of boundless greed
Remorse sprouting in seedless soil
Sealed the chambers of gilded shine
Housing those put to the sword
Futile pursuits in the time
Faces grimaced in pale distort
Bygone all conquests
The others, the one
A hundred sworn mouths
And you knew none
No mounds, no chants nor sighs
Yours is a veil of droning flies
With silence for a name
And no coins for eyes
How were you heard, how were you seen
Promises hissed with viper tongue
Profane tales of what might have been
Swallowed by wrath grave fates imposed
Gone the vigour once triumphant wielded
Yet was there an echho of an assuring word
And a glimpse of a smile in faintest light
Of someone cherished or mere feverish sight
Each year louder the unkind truths
Gales must quiet to whisper
With final leaves and rotting roots
Shrieks turn to whimper