Destiny Stolen..

A subtle tabernackle masks a volcanic tremor
The fleeting ghost of the lonely keep endures the worst of his own conviction in pitiful howls
Age writes and carves its story on a once innocent face, that struggles to conceal a wall of pain
The outward stronghold of calm and serenity begins to crack and tremble from the ferocity of the torrent it hides
And each tragic moment tarnished and polluted with a guilt that doesnt belong to me.
Take it from me!
Claim back what is yours Spawn of Hell!
Ha! But its clear that its weight on a mind not pure would crush a man where he stood, more so the swine would be torn asunder..
To take a Spirits path is the greatest sin and I shan't recover
Return to me the way that is mine!...