He will die with the sunrise
So let him sleep today
Unbind the ropes around his tears
Tear open the locks that cage his fears
His hoarse cries only Death-Bringer hears
His mind, pieces of rusted gears
He will die with the sunrise
So let him weep today
Chide him not for the smile he cracks
Regret not as the razor whip cracks
For he is a sinner steered off his tracks
Who heeded Devil's call, now God justice exacts
He will die with the sunrise
So let him suffer today
Next morn will face a life anew
The slice of steel falls morning dew
When he will deliver what cost is due
And never more wake to skies, blue
He will die with the sunrise
For witches ripped his name
Tore his honour, razed his fame
Made him waltz right into their game.
He has died with the sunrise
Missus' name on his lips
Final strokes upon his heart
You are my prayer, you are my release.
YOU ARE READING
Unturned stones
AcakI speak for those who can't, won't, shouldn't, etc. I also speak for myself. Because why the heck not?
