King of Days

A psychopath has found a sight and a way to be the king of days
 A rhyme without a poem and the luster of his last ways
 The angels of death had a right and a cause for a sorrow to say
 A mortal flight across a chasm and on to the underworld's graves
 They sail a burning sun
 A war they never won
 They toss the fear aside
 Never to ask for - pride
 The spirits flights into a valley, a darkness that led them astray
 An infant's eyes now open, with it a tempter, allude and betray
 You know your master's leash is tight and keeps your death and your children at bay
 The raging maniac aware and knows the cost of his earthly maze
 They sail a burning sun
 A war they never won
 They toss the fear aside
 Never to ask for – pride