I see the cadence
Random
But altogether clear

This scorn was never mine
Though it's all that I hold dear


Futile charity
Holy promises
I dream it all away

This consequence is yours to keep
I shun it all away


Stone, buried asunder

I burn

Stale fever running high
Clawing at my skin
The temple

The wraith has had its say
In the bright
Transparent light


Stone, buried asunder


And I define a wanton cold
And I decline the patterns of old
You will never defeat

The cadence sublime

Stone.

Buried.
Asunder