No deceiver or saviour 
will see me on my knees 
The wolf and the stag 
emerged from the same door 
Hopeless and fearless is time 
scrawled up above 
Who dares to mock me 
with words writ on high 
Each empire falls 
and wise men write 
as each season passes 
and bird call changes tune 
I have done nothing wrong 
No question does not already hold the truth 
just that we cannot comprehend 
how they are asked or what to say 
No storm can keep my feet at bay 
as I pursue the light and plant my flag among the infinite 
upon solemn peak 
Each fleeting thought
and every breath of wailing wind 
contains the germ and the key 
only the infinite can see 
seeds of progress are falling leaves 
as it will forever be 
The wolf and the stag emerged from the same door 
where sunlight passes through 
and I can say that I am whole 
and you are too 

Faces of God

And their memory was a bitter tree which bore crimson fruit for years to come- Robert E. Howard. Post-Doom from Ottawa, Canada. Violin bow played on guitar.

Faces of God

Bitter Tree