Rishloo

Who's there?
I've forgotten
Who said?
Run away
Run where
Against the wall's an armed forgotten
This amputee holds mending tools
I look to the left to see the hand on the knife
Chiseled a glance improved the stone paradigm
Must hurry back before the endless rise
Paradise employs the martyr
I'm too willing to take the name from them
Approach the clouds a winged imposter
To trip among the gods so proud