Tried of dull ages, I walk the same ground,collecting the tragedies still
Hollow ambitions in a hollow mindcarried my cross to the hill
And how I lust for the dance and the firedeep of the nectarine sunset to drinkspill me the wind and its fireto steal of the colours - I'm the moonshield
Shattered hope became my guideand grief and pain my friendsa brother pact in blood-ink penneddeclared my silent end
Naked and dying under worlds of silent stonereaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone.