Feel free to fear, and dear to dread,
Ye, searchers of true happiness.
In quaint ways, do stumble and fall,
Bloodied, broken, as alone as all.
Gather wind, must tempest sing,
In wails mourning bygone days,
Just as each stone is tempered bone,
So are all legends, stories sown.
Let nightmares guide, your quest of truth,
Each martyr a milestone honed in ruth,
To find, and find, the pledge of faith,
By life’s sorrow, and peace of death.
Rest not till blood, gushes white,
Rest not till withers hardened lies,
Rest not till tomorrow touches dawn,
Rest not till each is on his own.