Moonshield

Tried of dull ages, I walk the same ground,
collecting the tragedies still
Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind
carried my cross to the hill

And how I lust for the dance and the fire
deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
spill me the wind and its fire
to steal of the colours - I?m the moonshield

Shattered hope became my guide
and grief and pain my friends
a brother pact in blood-ink penned