Between the faithful and profane,
You think you know my name..

With weary eyes I watch it pass,
Just more sand through the midnight glass:
Left before right has lost the fight,
Never keeping the goal in sight.

Round us all the serpent coils,
Fighting hard to keep its spoils:
Darkness sullen, lost despair,
All for nothing but thin air!

Touch the soul, learn to breathe,
Let it boil, let it seethe,
You'll never find me there..
Just another nightmare.

Shadows of darkest sin,
Draw a breath, wear the skin..
Let it flow..
You might know..
And you'll find me within.

Who's to say I can't win?

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Lanosian, in the year 142 MA.