Menace
Hate
is unfounded
Zeal is misplaced
In spite of my warnings
Cease
not you to haste
Death you unleashed
Horror quite
nameless
In spite of your fault
You hold yourselves
blameless
Justified and holy
Truthful and pure
In all of
your dealings
You are but a lure
For an enemy
nameless
Forever and dark
Stretching across time
Intent on
its mark
You left behind teachings
Poetry, text
Never
you considered
What might come next
Sent to Forerun
Of
what, we don't know
Vanished to mystery
As the Winds of Time
blow
