King of Days

A psychopath has found a sight

And a way to be the king of days

A rhyme without a poem

And the luster of his last ways

The angels of death had a right

And a cause for a sorrow to say

A mortal flight across a chasm

And on to the underworld's graves

They sail a burning sun

A war they never won

They toss the fear aside

Never to ask for pride

The spirits flights into a valley

A darkness that led them astray

An infant's eyes now open

With it a tempter, allude and betray

You know your master's leash is tight

And keeps your death and your children at bay

The raging maniac aware and knows

The cost of his earthly maze

They sail a burning sun

A war they never won

They toss the fear aside

Never to ask for pride