To The Fields Of Dust I Shall Roam Again

So much in sheets of glass and wisps of smoke that I've foreseen the languishing stroke
Of another blood fire inasmuch as a whimper to the end of a lusting and indeed it was so strong
But for now in a while there would be no more of this past of the pain that's buried, mourned and forsaken
To another beyond till demise is the veil that it drops oh so gracefully above our heads, like a tiara for the dead

And now its time for me to propose another warm toast
For another doubt fire frost covered and wilted, too grim to bear
That no matter how much gushings of blood would I slake this thirst to clean away
For a vengeance unknown but never unauthorised, to this me I did hold this sharp sword much so high

But till which dark consequence will I get to unlatch these red malice off me heart?
For I have no qualms about silence and its gilded worth, for much or for less than it is
So am I still blessed when that time did come, or would it be damned as to never did come?
Then how so may I be made in peace and concord once again, if this fire be unstoked?

Oh how so indeed I'm in confusion as if a spider is stuck in its own web of feeding
Or maybe there is a demon that still feeds on me as I scour the earth like a mindless fool
So could I be so grateful to you, O Great God, if still I did not know who is the enemy who is the friend?
Or could it be that all these be they merely plays of the universe that none had ever understood, or none may ever will...


SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012