To be made of flesh
And marred by bone,
To be doomed by none
But forgotten tones,
To breathe the dark
Without a spark,
To be the faze
And feel the stark,
To want for nothing
And have it all,
To breathe in violence
And still stand tall,
To whisk away
The hearts of men,
To feel their souls
Shriveled then,
To be alone
Amongst the world,
To be untold
Fury unfurled.