Tireless I faced my way 
The flames still burned 
To see the stars and dales 
My heart still yearned for 
Surrounded by bleakness 
Osseous trees seemen to 
Seize the silence 
A plain of ruins winds of dust tried to enshroud 
All Remembrance 
A doleful figure cowered 
At the heart of this wasted lands his bowed head a mere skull the yield of dust in his hands " I dwell beyond all fear and here in my liefeless claw shall grow your given seed the everlasting flaw " 
On the ground of his eyes 
I saw a child drowned in fear 
In the deep he beheld the airy play 
Of those who can fly while fear turned into hate 
Woe betide him and his tainted eyes 
Seeds of despair won`t grow with tears of dust 
So I left this wilted man and his vale of woe 
To Resume my own path of dole