Retreat From Death Poem by Cody Celesta Passpied

Rest of the sea and howl of the wind
those who came must see my fate
not to redeem my true signs of shape
I kept on listening until you understand the shame...

many have fell and order the light
for which had vanished in the dark night
came to be seen and blow the sinner
and rest assured that we came as a bidder

to shout your name seems undeniable
and the moonlight steps in a plausible
I denounce what to be seen or hear
in the armor I cross to Bleed...