A shell of iron cords
rote throw pain and scorn
hides my pains away
never a light to stay
a void of not and none
hiding behind a mask once gone
filled with vile and hurt and shame
hidden away from every ones gaze
his death a blossom black and old
blooming deep in my soul
next to a flower very the same
growing in that ever rain
Her lose a tower of shadow stalk
upon the eastern fields lost
hidden behind a dead tree
that is her faith in me
then over the western fence
lays a pile of stones ten abreast
and there she lies on cold slab
slipping away to utter darkness
and thus in north a pillar of onyx rock
his name wrote in stone untouched
never to move if it be
his place in this eternity
low south there a shadow stands
the last remnants of a man
never more tall will he be
doomed to kneel on bended feet
where for this place my heart is lost
moving throw the shadowy dots
and many more mark this dead dark land
glowing moments of deaths and dooms dark hand
and in it all I fear such shame
for none can know such dark pain
so slam in not the iron doors
lower tall the shallowed black bars
raise high the shine tapestry
and put it over the shell they see
for none can know the horror beneath
and see thy self in me
