In Tongues of Fate: No Man May Read

 

As dead men sing such songs of somber woe,

Whisper me, thy sincerest secret.

What perverted path does Lady Fate so eagerly sew?

Oh treacherous titan, make not thy prayer some simple regret!

 

This heart does scream such everlasting dreams.

These tablets I’ve lifted, what worldly eyes may read?

Such tethered answers mere mortal men may scream!

Yet, no more can my ears hear what hollow lies do bread.

 

If foot should carry still some path unversed,

Cry forth thy prophet’s name!

Cry forth what western winds so wildly conversed!

The fate of all, as all is answered same!

For never shall a man be of more,

Than the experience his life does store.