Centurion

The hollow loss has crept into my lifeAnd shaped it to be its homeI fall asleep into a tar black holeAnd wake up into the shades of the past dayI am centurionFor there are hundreds of me alikeHere today gone tomorrowBorn of emptiness and sorrowInto sadness and shaded lotHollow realm devoid of deeper thoughtOne of millions points of darknessA diamond in sand thoughI am centurionThere are millions of usOrdering our one-manned armiesI am my own subordinate and superiorUnnamed army of indifferent swordsSummoned to gather upon the shoreNo servants they need, no lordsAs obedience to themselves they sworePast centuries were my shelterBrought up by stone statues I wasFed on dew that hasty night leftI have been forsaken by LightClad in century-old armourCorroded by acid of memoriesCovered in rust of my angerHere I rise - centurionAgainst hope, against dreamsFor suppressed will I fightConfined imaginationAnd, oh, upright poseRetrieve the mind equilibriumRevive words their mightGive the night its moonless darknessAnd the warriors the cause to fightMy summoning call dies into the sky-high wall of groansThe orphaned widows mourn their youthThe silhouettes of swords buried in memoryAre cutting through the realms' screenTo stop the rocking of the empty cradlesStone hits the stone, the clatter, as hypnotic chant, fades in blizzard's spellEcce Centurion, marching with his alikesI am CenturionAnd there are millions of us