There came no new dawning.

The Sun path was covered.


Blood has only one word;
LIFE.

So understand what we were.


Calling back Life;
the now unreachable.

*

Stricken wood crackles, fell in wind heaved,
and then gave its only name for Time

I left my thoughts on growth
against known weapons against the mind

Urging in Will; being my only friend,
which reasonably can be found me worthy

*

Am placed under the circumstance
to have aged wished into regrets

All creed coming from the Knowledge
stands freed from pretext and small vice


Will of Troth is me examined and ready.