Hardening of the Heart

Down below the Earthen crust The man hides in his lair Waiting for the pale of death With a blank and icy stare Darkened pits made of fear Rest underneath his eyes Malevolently gripped by the Eternal grasp of time The hardening of his heart Grows with each passing day Until he has reached the end And is gone without a trace Dropping out of life's events Afraid of what might be Fading faces drift away In his absent memory In his absent memory In his absent memory Theology and the rites of thee Are used to soothe the fire That burns the soul of empathy As he prepares the funeral pyre Grains of sand fall like sleet Enveloping his feet Sinking down to new planes Where destiny is rearranged Sharpened teeth made of steel Grimace around the face Painted white and void of life The chosen one's arrived Cloaked in black with poised hands That mark the turning point To cleanse his inner strife of life Met by the reapers scythe