And Hell Followed With

So still I remain beneath the stars.
Their transient majesty blankets the sullen.
The sound of the complacent tranquility whispers into
my deafened ears. How fragile and taciturn,
the breath of the night; a disturbance amongst us in
the wake of my stir. My rest will in frustration wait
as I have promised to shepherd my brothers.
Beneath obsidian skies, I am compelled only through
stubborn nature. I think only to harbor this adulation
that in flames of passion or war will never burn.
The discordant winds of war,
its acrid scent stinging my eyes,
can never blind the love I possess.
And in silence have I sworn to remain ardent and impassioned.
And may no enemy encircling lay hands upon that which
I so feverishly love. I shall never abandon you,
so speak not a word not another word.
I'll be right here by your side.
Though the burdened crown of weight upon weakened column
shall end, I with dying breath have appeased this macerating
creation by human hands. Oh how glorious the silence,
all iniquities bereaved as it descends to Earth on
this most shameless of evenings.
I will never know another night to be the same.
May the resonating word of the memory burn brighter
than the spirit of my youth; that I perished the last
of vitality so that others may persist so that my brothers may live on.