The master's spark all but lost
The Man's need for touch far removed
The stone walls cold and thick to shield at all cost

The Master knows his heart is poison, never to commit
The Man, his path chosen, solitary nomad
The anger overshadowing all, so hard not to submit

The Master's one spark, somehow kept at bay
The Man's pleasures taken, left guilt in it's wake
The heart self imprisoned, the coward's way

The Master who falls, his devils nearly too much
The Man finds pain even in a kind word
The starving soul, yet turning from a gentle touch

The Master's warnings against himself, with shallow eyes
The man waning, internal battles ragging, self-destructs
Life once precious, the meaning dies

The Master peering toward the darkness growing
The Man, his fires dying out
The darkness welcomed, life's force within outward flowing

The Master's weary soul, ponders the peace of eternal rest
The Man half hearted, struggles to stand
The soul's spark flickers, the heartbeat slows, deep within
a stone breast

Dark Wolf '99