Kept warm by the light of the lantern

Lost sight of everything tonight

My presence blacken their patterns

A pock in the healthy and calm



Their scorn behind your back

My promise would put them down

No trace of reverence left

Immemorial fire in their eyes



I would perish at the given signal

At the slightest touch from my soul

Tainted prophet in flesh

For all the plagued and lost



Dripping sin

Desicion in stalemate

Dare to feel death at hand

Surprised me with its voice

Through the forest came the morn



Across the leafy pathway

Their deeds smeared in blood

For all to behold

The council of the cross

Must have sensed my coming

The pest through the air

With despise for squalor

Lashing out at the poor



I turned away my eyes

In pallor escape from the end

Fading time to leave from here

And less to fulfill my task

She would be safe and firm

Nothing of this is in vain

Taken away from stifling grace

And saved from the past