Tried of dull ages, I walk the same ground,collecting the tragedies stillHollow ambitions in a hollow mindcarried my cross to the hillAnd how I lust for the dance and the firedeep of the nectarine sunset to drinkspill me the wind and its f ireto steal of the colors - I'm the moonshieldShattered hope became my guideand grief and pain my friendsa brother pact in a blood-ink penneddeclare my silent endNaked an dying under worlds of silent stonereaching for the moonshield that once up on us shone