Fortitude

Blessed travelers of a night past,
Seize the scattered dots, lights far apart.
Blackened waves worshipping a ritual unborn,
Claims the tempest, beyond the horizon of dawn.

A chasm of frailty mouldering my heart,
Carrying a song of seasons,
From womb to the earth.
A bondage of a world bound within my own,
Grasping this withering beauty,
Golden leaf of autumn's last scorn.

A suffocation we went through so many times,
Still we live, whispering the broken rhymes.
As a fevered shadow quietly darkens the road,
We proceed towards our destiny's last code.

In this living tribunal of eternal solitude,
Dancing are soldiers of one last fortitude.
A sacred feast of hatred & skin buried deep,
Killing of a lifetime, the faults are mine to keep.