Citadel

As the seasons turn and spoil

A crooked axis guides my way

Down unsung paths that burn out

The most hardened of drifters

Still I wander endlessly through houses turned to graves

A stone in the eyes of humankind forever at bay

Held captive by untold wounds of corporeal and psychic root

Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish where joy and sorrow entwine

Can I shake free the detritus of these countless, vagrant years?

Can I harness the wild flame that lays dormant deep within?

Still I wander endlessly through houses turned to graves

A stone in the eyes of humankind forever at bay

Held captive by untold wounds of corporeal and psychic root

Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish where joy and sorrow entwine

Burn

A fire burns deep in the citadel of my weary heart

A fire burns deep in the citadel of my weary heart

I will break free from captivity

I will weather the storm

I will shake free from detritus

I will harness the wild flame