Here comes as I summon my dye —
Swiftfully approach—my dye in die —
Memoir in hands. My palms in pain!
With a figment of my glee in chain’ —
Lie here pervasive fate—in my geno’
Cause of folks—doom in hallow!
Radiantly, nei’er of peace ‘nd heal,
But of my weakness and ill!
Oh, jaded me! In a joyous hole!
Infidelity moment that makes me whole!
Seeking a single virtue, a death to hide
Shall he resent not, never chide—
Lodge me with thee, never with my soul!
Purge my heart, and never with my whole
In pain will thou allure me with thy hand?
Beautiful like a Lily, that in heaven’s tide.
Fear fades, born anew, in death’s silent cry,
In darkness, I find my voice, pain’s sigh—
A spark in shadows guides me through the night,
Transformed, I rise, in the darkest fight.
This is inspirational.