I see the cadence 

Random

But altogether clear

This scorn was never mine

Though it's all that I hold dear



Futile charity

Holy promises

I dream it all away

This consequence is yours to keep

I shun it all away



Stone, buried asunder



I burn

Stale fever running high

Clawing at my skin

The temple 

The wraith has had its say

In the bright

Transparent light



Stone, buried asunder



And I define a wanton cold

And I decline the patterns of old

You will never defeat

The cadence sublime



Stone.

Buried.

Asunder