Kept warm by the light of the lantern   Lost sight of everything tonight   My presence blacken their patterns   A pock in the healthy and calm      Their scorn behind your back   No trace of reverence left   My promise would put them down   Immemorial fire in their eyes   I would perish at the given signal      At the slightest touch from my soul   Tainted prophet in flesh   For all the plagued and lost      Desicion in stalemate   Surprised me with its voice   Dripping sin   Dare to feel death at hand   Through the forest came the morn   Across the leafy pathway      Their deeds smeared in blood   The council of the cross   For all to behold   The pest through the air   Must have sensed my coming   Lashing out at the poor   With despise for squalor      Fading time to leave from here   In pallor escape from the end   I turned away my eyes   She would be safe and firm   And less to fulfill my task   Nothing of this is in vain   And saved from the pastTaken away from stifling grace