Caestus of Grief

From the High Wall he descends A seeker born of embers A heavy price to pay for wicked men And now he walks Through spires of gold To watch them dredge the Ash Heap And suffer souls Who thought that they could mend So it happens again Now nothing can grow When grief is all you know The colors creep in Red black and gold Their yours for the taking They worship roots in halls of stone And pray to gods in amber A curse to choke the world In an iron tomb But is it more than flesh and bone That calls to those who wander Back and forth in search of Sunless truth And the lies of his youth Now nothing can grow When grief is all you know The colors creep in Steady in stride Abandons his reason Now nothing can grow When grief is all you know The colors creep in Red black and gold A changing of season