Like a Spartan crushed at the Hot Gates I do not …
I shall never beg for my life.
Though the curse favors the few standing against many and many more,
These legs will not fade!
In my history, no one shall ever make me rethink my fundamental building.
And my vigorous powers will subsist,
Even if the rain tries to blur my words in a whisper.
But Oh Gods where have you all gone?!
And why do I need to stand here alone?
Am I the one you choose carry the flame?
Aren’t I your child? Who should I blame?
I fight, I fight!
I fight the severe constrictions in the decadence
Of an immortal mind - based empire.
I write, I write!
I make my own right in the absence
Of an universal moral shire.
I might, I might!
I may strongly face the consequence
Of a mortal defying madness.
Too bright, too bright!
To bring out and into your presence
The poisoned fruits you wish to command me.
To the sight, to the sight!
For you all to regard the face
Of the only descending upon the all.
Into light, into light!
To lift mankind to a higher place
Where I live alone and from where you may fall.
Until night, until night!
Until the first song of the ball,
You will only be at a dancing crawl.
I fight, I fight!
And diseases of the blazed,
For thrones to the steering warriors,
I write, I write!
In these pages rest my battle fields,
In my tongue the memorials.
I might, I might!
Acquire grounded power
With a total faked consent
Too bright, too bright!
B(u)y those strategic machineries
The major’s ethic’s absent
To the sight, to the sight!
Massive death communicated
B(u)y any species’ resent
Into light, into light!
My Kind is of no Man’s conception
My mind has no representation
Until night, until night!
My kingdom as no coin or crown
and this mother is not your parent
I fight as to write,
In ways my might,
Is blinded bright
As if your sight
Shadowed in light
Opened wide, though is night.
