An ancient calling leads my heart
Towards depths long forgotten
Leaving life behind
With truth revealed in bark of weathered oak
Archaic roots are emboldened
And longing for silence
Yearning for new life!
Seven doors I have opened now
And through the last an old sword
I remember
Dull, yet intact as if 'twas
Not made for war
But at that time I had no use
For a worthless antique
And though of it no more
Yet I could not help feeling completely lost
Wayward
Demoralized by a concrete prison
Barren by lifestyle
Of unending greed
Still six more sins I would carry on my back
Before
I
Journey through the vast prairie
Hoping to abandon the panopticon
Lone
But with faith ensconced in steel
It is my duty to tear down false idols
Hard
As it may be the grim road
Never hesitate to reject the forked tongue
An ancient calling leads my heart
Towards death soon approaching
Leaving earth behind
For seven sorrows
Is my mother to suffer
With truth revealed in sap of bleeding oak
Archaic roots are emboldened
And longing
For the darkest night to fall
And light to conquer
Now like the sun
Shines my sword
Sharp as to cut
Right from wrong