Sin

In any land I did take place,
To hide my worn and tired face,
I shed no tear under moonlit grace,
I was bound by leather and by lace.
No words could escape my dried lips,
No nectar from gold I shall sip,
For I was mortal, a Fate untold,
But I tell this young while others old.
I traveled far for a darkened peace,
A simple man of unnatural ease,
I searched for truth, I searched for sin.
My journey's end where another begins.
Now demons and angels write all to tell
For I lived my life, I lived it well.