Rage and fury escapes my mind,
Twisting, turning and pulling,
No thoughts can I find.

I fail to see the reasoning,
Behind the darkness,
Of black peppered seasoning.

The mist clouds my eyes,
To see no further,
Than beyond my own disguise.

I drift to and fro,
Balancing on nails,
Steading though.

To see the serpents end,
I hail king to the thrown,
In the corners bend.

I shall not wait til the dawn of tail,
To grasp the only hope,
Of my survivals rail.

But to have faith and be strong,
Through the fury,
Of the paths of wrong.

To enlighten the hand,
Of the futures light,
To find the grandest land.

To stand in front of my king,
To tell the tales of old,
To accept his silver ring.

To now sit beside his grace,
After journey's past,
To live in this gracious place.