Winter in Tomis

Harsh lands lie before him
 As he struggles to keep his wit
 Malicious thoughts infecting-
 Crippling the morale of his spirit
 Shattered visions of the fallen begin to transpire.
 An awful nostalgia consumes him.
 A crooked smile forms.exalting the dead
 So began the fall of a mastermind.
 Realizing as his mind falls to pieces
 They are but catalysts - parts of a puzzle to a different plan
 As the images surfaced, his virtue descends
 Living amongst those barbarians
 Though a fierce complication
 Their tact was that of a wounded creature
 And they were overrun
 "I remain in exile
 My bones grow weak like the sun
 Descending into the trees
 To end this daily affliction
 As winter shows its pallid face
 And the earth veiled with marbled frost
 Forsaken - this gradual madness consumes my mind
 Perdition in Tomis
 Undead armies of Tomis
 Commanded only by the presence of my absense
 Brought to life by the death of myself
 Risen to ease this torment
 Sacrilege; The second chance to formulate a reason
 The relapse crucifixion forthwith to go into effect
 Casting him away; instead insuring their demise.
 I remain in exile
 My bones grow weak like the sun
 Descending into the trees
 To end this daily affliction
 As winter shows its pallid face
 And the earth veiled with marbled frost
 Forsaken - this gradual madness consumes my mind
 Perdition in Tomis
 Each day passing now I beg for some remorse
 Desperately grasping at what I feel to be my last bit of life
 But unlike the cycle of the attic
 I feel as though there is no recourse
 I've withered to nothing."
 "Save me from drowning, and death will be a blessing."
 Hope for his designed tomb
 "Rescue my weary spirit from annihilation
 If one already lost may be un-lost"