Tried of dull ages, I walk the same ground,
  collecting the tragedies still
  Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind
  carried my cross to the hill
  And how I lust for the dance and the fire
  deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
  spill me the wind and its fire
  to steal of the colours - I'm the moonshield
  Shattered hope became my guide
  and grief and pain my friends
  a brother pact in blood-ink penned
  declared my silent end
  Naked and dying under worlds of silent stone
  reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone.