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Deaf to reason, all pleas ignored

Quench the until you drown

Sink to depths self conjured

Wear the shame as traitors crown

Speak harsh, shout through

All but last of lies

Strike hard, srike true

Final chords of life

Blind harbinger for others' creed

Yet a vessel for nothing in duty and toil

Reaching for scepter of boundless greed

Remorse sprouting in seedless soil

Sealed the chambers of gilded shine

Housing those put to the sword

Futile pursuits in the time

Faces grimaced in pale distort

Bygone all conquests

The others, the one

A hundred sworn mouths

And you knew none

No mounds, no chants nor sighs

Yours is a veil of droning flies

With silence for a name

And no coins for eyes

How were you heard, how were you seen

Promises hissed with viper tongue

Profane tales of what might have been

Swallowed by wrath grave fates imposed

Gone the vigour once triumphant wielded

Yet was there an echho of an assuring word

And a glimpse of a smile in faintest light

Of someone cherished or mere feverish sight

Each year louder the unkind truths

Gales must quiet to whisper

With final leaves and rotting roots

Shrieks turn to whimper