Twilight Path
A twilight path that runs east of the sun
So that my hand summons Dawn before I die
To stand in the light, to know its touch
So my hand touches God before I die.
I will not fear my blood upon another's lips,
I will step into the flames of righteousness,
Sweet suffering of freedom for my belief,
I will burn, but I shall not rise in darkness
A path at twilight runs east of the sun.
Dawn now summons for me to die,
The path is barred, the gates are locked
I rest, I dream, from me they'll hear no cry.
I never found the twilight path of shadowed sun,
Yet sun it was. In the light I could not touch,
I built my house of sticks and set it burning.
This day I die, from fate I will not run.
I stand within the womb of the flames.
I perish reaching for the Dawn
My honor clean, my ash remains
I have not lived in vain.
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