The Scarred Clay Reshaping

Time to free the old gods
Learning to mend the deep wounds
Old suffering and lost youth

Shaking off the torn cloth
Wandering the unknown
As I have left my kin
Shedding my tribal skin

Spilling the blood of a pale fraud
Painting the faint story once more
Levelled foundation short-mourned

Breaking from the tame flock
Alone to find a new throne
Color to the canvas given
Era's end in a tired land

Water to a war-torn face
Exhausted from a lifelong chase
Coarse stone to a callous heel
New truth shaping the habit of an old fool

Time to cherish true blood
Downcast my humbled eyes
With face to the blazing Sun

Water to a war-torn face
Exhausted from a lifelong chase
Coarse stone to a callous heel
New truth shaping the habit of an old fool

Unfinished solarium
One more cut of the seeker's tongue
Ode to the scarred clay reshaping
Ode to the ever flowing river!

Blade to the the rogue branch
Wet thumb to gashed clay
Handstroke of magnificence
Setting beauty upon this place
Yet another death I face
With peace fire's set to the old remains

I must leave, to the wild I go
Tears for where I once called home

Now as the tide has finally come
Test the grit or become undone

Molding my face and the mask into one
Through chaos, with light, balance is brought
Baring teeth, piercing roar, bearing the sword
Will to fight, to end life
May those times scarcely come

Though the back was once broken
The eye is now open

Now graced with able legs
Striding towards that sacred place
Dancing foot with prudence
Devotion sculpting a heart of clay

Unfinished solarium
One more cut of the seeker's tongue
Ode to the scarred clay reshaping
Ode to the ever flowing river!