own your lies
on wings of pride
bring your lips to move and shape in awkward smiles
while thieves of night will walk in light
wrapped in both security and disguise
you promenade cathedrals steps
trusting your souls armament
till fate caught up to judge your anima
of the void
you watch your steps
grace divine
your regret
and by the grave of a journeys ending
apply the shovel, reflect in sleeping