Gone Is My Former Resolve

<br>The dead who crave not life, I know not why they lie there<br>floating. They lie devoid of thought, bereft of life and drown in sorrow.<br><br>Sometimes they scream as life is deprived of them. Life is no<br>dream and death holds no final end. We all must die.<br><br>Hacking away with the sword at the earth, at the mounds of soil,<br>I try to recover the dead but get naught for my toil. The corpses<br>lie around me in various states of decay and no matter how hard I<br>try I can`t bring life to their day. Even by touch of the sword they<br>refuse to awaken. And I know they seek life not. And I know<br>they like to rot forever. Even their lives were of no worth if in<br>their eyes they hate the truth even if it sets them free. Now is not<br>the time to revive. My mind revolts at this revelation. How can it<br>be that they lie calmly in their graves, resisting life as it pulls at<br>their heart strings; their cold eyes ever rejecting the truth?<br><br>I run with naught in mind but to leave that hateful place behind. I<br>enter darkened earth where De-syr has waited for me from the<br>day of my birth. I cross the bridge of grace along a well worn<br>path to satiate my flesh within the one they call De-syr.<br><br>Sorrow, my contemplating. Loving hours passed, I spent my life<br>anticipating sorrow. Thy cold embracing felt like love back then<br>but now I know that I was tasting sorrow.