Ashen faces kept the step, as they fled the weeping shroud.
The humid air that hung so wet, washed over them that found,
The only way they could forget, the echos came so loud,
Was flee like vapors in the wind, like shadows in a crowd.
From deep within it gave them up to sacrifice their minds.
It told them they could not forget, a torment for their crimes.
Once more they tried to vent their wrath, in numbers strength abounds.
But they returned to walk with death beneath the weeping shroud.
We fled the weeping shroud of death and morned our brothers lost.
The languished wails of spirit breadth told nothing of our cost.
Look deep within our empty eyes and see the hearts we kept.
Our tattered ribbons trimmed in gold no honor could effect.
Bemoan the loveless shells of life for little can they give,
To vanquish shadows of deceit that ruled our right to live.
Once more we gaze upon the rock the lofty have erected,
In honor of the names of those whose lives they had rejected.
In disconsolate review the names might cause you to lament,
The walk we took beneath the shroud, where brothers lives were spent
For twenty years it lingered, a dragon in its lair.
All chained and deeply hidden, its owner unaware.
The tempest boiled within him, escape was on its mind.
A catalyst was needed to free it one more time.
A fraughtful dose of penitence complete with his contrition,
would let it roam unfettered with undo provocation.
His eyes revealed the profundity, the source of his discernment.
Ascribe to him a stipend, a specter of endowment.
The dragons been confronted, and still it's held in check.
The cost is dear for those like him, to keep their self respect.
