No One to fear

The weight of your emotions
forgotten in fear and sorrow
In the reflections
That deals with the end of your world
Deep down, the pain owns the frown
melting ceaselessly in your soul.

You tremble at the fleeting breath
with a faded voice that captivates,
afraid of the chains, fearful of death
that procrastination briefly gave
glimpses of eerie shadows 
hovering over the grave.

Yet your mind tries to claim
The power you have own.
Strength steals through your name
before the dust scatters over your bone.
There is no one to fear
Bow your head and shed a tear.

A defenseless prey,
Cradle on your deathbed
An army of sunset pray
For the sunrise to arise instead
Blossoming lilies in the atmosphere
Where there is no one to fear.

Memories a more breathable mesh,
A patchwork of requiem images appear 
Set in mute colliding shadows
The conscript privileges are coming near
Soars through the needle-light windows.

Life is brief, love is fleeting,
Yet you will endure this trepidation
Beyond the silence that bends to hear
The rhythm of destitution
There is no one to fear
The soul knows the depths of who you are.

Your breath ignites 
The warm flame that draws hope near
Through the fire, you rise
Not in demise, nor the weight of shame
Not the chains nor the dark realms
but to the glory that whispers your name