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