Standing poised upon her grave He allowed the grief tainted fog To engulf the ground that was blood stained With hate, self-pitty and a broken conscience A profound hell was one perspective "Tis but a dream," he sputtered As the sword hit the stone Promise, insight and peace lay In shards He glared at the fallen sword And at the thought did he shutter. What had been his cold awakening Hybrid of pain, in silver pieces began to be washed away by the mournful rain. He tried to repress thoughts of doom and destruction Trying to bring forth his thoughts of raptured life In full frontal ressurrection. "Confession," He whispered as he left all behind him "Obsession," he thought, as he walked away, silent and blind. Truth fading away, each and every step A silent secret of regret, was now forever kept, With each heavy breath he took. The transgressive moon now running out of time As the seductive stars begin to dim.