The
Time's now.
Contemplation has waned,
Spurring me to action.
Worms wail for my worst.

Others
Are easier;
I move on,
Albeit with hearts heavy.
Sing sorry songs for us.

Yet,
Within myself
Lies the problem.
Desiring the dormant destroyer,
Chants to conquer are quelled.

This
Last stretch
of eternal purification
I must walk alone.
Old man, rest in peace.