My Reason, My Rest.

O’ upon distant realm and road,
Desire tempted, vengeance’s goad,
O’ quelling of mine bitter soul,
“No rest for wickedness!”Crows bode.

Damnation governs the blood path,
Hope fades within a heart of wrath,
No rest, no rest for death’s the toll,
Quell dark flames in blood’s crimson bathe.

Lo, upon verdant hills of green,
My deaden rage had not foreseen,
A glimpse of the Fade thus made true,
Visions of paradise I glean.

Lo, verdant fields of green and gold,
Lo, rage’s fires falter cold,
Spirit of beauty forged in flesh,
Lo, glimmering of hope grows bold.

O’ upon distant realm and road,
Desire tempted, vengeance’s goad,
O’ quelling of mine bitter soul,
“No rest! No rest” the wise Crow bode.

Yet, wearily the road yielded,
Flittering dreams of peace pleaded,
Grasping rest in the golden fields,
For her, for her I conceded.

O’ upon distant realm and road,
Desire tempted, vengeance’s goad,
O’ quelling of mine bitter soul,
The crow remained silent and cold.