A destiny forged in the flame of creation
Hallowed thread from which the fates divine
Will he be devote in his calling, or fall into temptation
Will he plunge the heavens into shadow, or will he shine

The ancient spark that lies within his chest
Unknowable to mortal eyes, unseen, unheard
With this gnawing upon his heart he shall know no rest
He shall know no comfort, not by sight nor word

His blood will boil and his spirit will cry out
But for him they'll be no peace
In the mightiest river his spirit will know drought
Not even in sleep will he find release

A sliver of the immortal lies within his eyes
But that alone does not make for worthy deeds
For as a man that never belonged dies
For what does this nevermans body bleed?

Did he stand in defiance of a world gone cold
Was his flesh a shield for the world in sorrow
In his last moments, was his head high, his words bold
As he falls into the shadow, will he be remembered in the morrow?

-TCM March 2nd/09