May you stand, body bound
To invisible chains
Feet in the ground
Heavy with all of your pains
And from your lips of resignation
Tumble sounds of supplication.
May you stand, blinded eyes
Turned to the zenith aster
Under such azure highs
The blood of your master
Drips from fingers trembling
Onto the great pyre crackling.
May you stand, down to ash
Your soul will burn
Like a tattered sash,
For the wind you yearn
Of wingless dreams and delights
Broken by morning screams and lights.
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