Apocryphal Meaning
Many sit in darkness and wallow out with cries,
I cannot say what it brings tonight
The scribbling of a pen or the notion that might makes right
Left in a world with no more highs
Even these sad lonely gods fallen to nothing but flies
The reckoning that settles through the bones of a war-weary god becoming our plight
The same shadow that crawls through a dark forest
Through the elliptical ellipses of time
The rumbling portcullis of a castle
The same reflection almost metallic in one’s mouth-
Like the unsung heartbeat of a hero
A hero that has done nothing but be born to die.
