Atop his mountain of desperation,

He stands as king.

The view extends until the sea

But his eyes grown blind refuse to see.

 

His heart of fire has grown cold,

Left untouched it has grown old.

Torn by needles of love countless,

His senses have now been rendered painless.

 

His warm memories of passion

Do little to stop his mission.

He watches until he dies

But he has grown blind to what lies before his eyes.

 

Under the stars he walks alone

Down that dark and desperate road

His burden is a heavy load

He’s grown tired to his very bone

 

He’s not forgiven as he repents,

He tries his best but judgement cannot bend

Alone atop his mountain of pain

Alone he stands in his shame

C. Gabriel Rendall

 

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