The soft feet stepping
The blades sharpened
And the regard for life
Wasted away to nothing
As only one rule
Is kept in mind
With the heart detached
From anything worth feeling
And then
The fire
And the death
As calloused hands
Stop callous hearts
And even the memory
Is erased
With the fading
Of the light
The tower is lit again
Like a funeral pyre
And the silent motives disappear
Into the
All-encompassing shadows
Without a trace, without a memory
How could we free
Anyone when we
Can't save ourselves