Hell is manifest,
at Heaven's behest.
My journey, not by request.

I walked Hell's halls,
trough bloody river falls.
Scaled those infernal walls!

But heaven's trials,
harsher by miles.
Loved to death, with hugs 'n smiles!

Fear that share of joy,
those smiles far too coy.
Who, is whom's toy?

These lessons of love,
from below or above?
The agony, a tailored glove.

With Good intentions rife,
yet Evil gave me life.
Why keep marching, to drum and fife?

Of Chaos I'm born,
through Order found form.
Keep your silly scorn!

But look into my eyes,
the truth, no lies.
Only me, behind these cries.

Gods can you hear me?
Gods can you see me?
In your garden? Drinking tea?

Hear me damn you!
Walk a mile in mortal shoe!
Open the gates! Let me through!

I'm old, I'm tired,
this life all but expired.
Return my youth, leave me inspired!

Allow me to forget,
life of fairness bereft.
Leave me, no harsh memories left.

Let me erase, parts of my page,
allow me not, to be this sage.
Let me shed this horrid age!

Hell! Is manifest!
At Heaven's behest!
Grant me new life ... I'll do the rest.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Valnuary, in the year 695 AF.