- Destiny -


Ships are sailing on forever
Searching for a destiny
Upon the shore they find me
With my brow upon my knee.

My head I˙bow in prayer
As I˙seek to find my maker,
Look up and see the ships
That sail across the breakers.

Wild thril leaps through my soul
Like a bolt of electricity
As it appears to me
That I may have found my destiny.

God forgotten, I˙rush to the sands
Waving my hands to the waves beyond,
Praying now to the waves,
That the sailors will release my bonds.

Ships draw closer and I˙begin
To see the people that draw near to me
With fear in my heart and trepidation,
It is tribal warriors that I˙see.

Turn to run, but all to late,
The hands of time have sealed my fate,
Rock glances off my brow,
And I˙fall to the ground to die and wait.

Again I˙pray, but now for life,
Rather than pagan death in the night.
My utmost prayer is not to be
Main course in a cannibal dinner rite.

But not to be, I˙fall in death
As my maker condescends,
Says to me that my fatal mistake
Was to place him below my fears of men.

I cry as I˙fall into the pit,
In my heart, my soul rebounds,
For some reason, maybe mercy,
I˙see clouds instead of ground.

Somehow in my last gasping breath
My maker heard my dying call,
And with purified mercy,
I revel in the heaven that forgives us all.


- (c) Scimitar Wraith - GOTHiC -