Cast the shade onto yourself,let it wrap you in no shape,
journey in this feeble fading as a slumber to escape.

No more fury left to burst, no more memories to scrape,
only fragrance that remains,is this echoing dismay.

Listen to the fear,is the pilgrim of fate
when you face the gilded spears of your God's forgotten rage.

No war of mercy between regrets,no hidden praying,
only an untangled maze,for you to do the slaying.