The Lord Without

We lost of heart, with empty hands
Now disengaged from ether strands
Once choked and cold like winters fist
Who spits a curse at flavor's kiss

In gates and bars the lord did rest
A knife of pride within his chest
Out from the keep he kept his dreams
And laughed to hear his maiden's screams

The last and first forever tied
Unwanted from the taste of pride
Sought wander till the watchman lied

His road and sky and past unknown
With hungry palms he sits alone
Until at last his face is shown
To choose between his heart or throne
The hide of beasts and fangs of bone
With hungry claws he sits alone

To bar the doors and break the chains
Outside the walls he keeps his pains
The path to take now mapped in veins
The first and last forever tied
Sought wander till the watchman lied


And in the end he only died