No one could deem this an end 

Yet there is no grave for you to tend 

The feathers fell to dark intrigue 

A tell-tale praise - a solemn need 



Reconciled with torment fraught 

Swallowed down the throat of nought 

Your hands lay bleeding with regret 

The night when angels sorely wept 



The manic sea of smothered cries 

Ran in his blood, poured in his eyes 

Yet the unrest would pine away 

In solitude where death holds sway 



So this is how credence declines 

A vagrant god released from debt 

Discouraged yet - who will forget? 



Their failing stare - despondency 

The nature of his entity 

The heartfelt warmth of which they sought 



Black rivers dug into the earth 

Bearing out the human worth 

He owns no awe, no love to crave 

Only his death would have them saved