Skimming past the pages,
Skipping across the ages,
Forgetting all the faces, phases that we all go through, all lived through,
Among
All these marks and names forged
On our arms in harms sake
Lies the letters that matters the most
The least known beast inside me
Crawls out prowling howling this mistake,
With fizz on my lips it says:
hardened guardian of gods,
On this hearth, in fire, fierce your death shall be.