Moonshield

Tired of dull ages, I walk the same ground, collecting the tragedies still Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind carried my cross to the hill And how I lust for the dance and the fire deep of the nectarine sunset to drink spill me the wind and its fire to steal of the colors - I'm the moonshield Shattered hope became my guide and grief and pain my friends a brother pact in a blood-ink penned declare my silent end Naked and dying under worlds of silent stone reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone