The Surrender

And when the Raven moon fell 

Through the astronomical sky

He stood above his ground

Unshaken and unbeaten

Young and old alike

Kneeled to their destiny

For he was not just another man

But born out of the creed deprived

Thus when I heal the wounds

I see a prayer written above my eyes

A prayer of 1000 words 

Which he wrote

In those times filled with tension

I see a painting of a human

In him, from him

Of the dagger 

From within him

And then the juggling starts

With the beating of drums

And the pounding of hearts

For he is cremated 

Cremated for he was

Standing for what is right

But he died a silent death

Determining the right from left