the darkness that reveals upon us
stands without mercy
comprehend my appeal to restore
debts of the poor and the forgotten
whispers the echoes of dying and of death
it should be the blessings that visit constantly
whoever had the ideals can linger the paper from reality
i mock at those who holds the grail
the grail that was meant to burn
it is in our grave carved beneath the winds of leaves
leaving the material life praising
the faith of differing truths
the peace that comes to warriors of greatness ceased in the end
perished like a vapor in the midst of all ashes
ashes that creeps above water
traveling in the depts of eternity