The Original Epitaph Of Woe

If I should die in deepest slumber still,
Under summer's gentle midnight bloom,
That does caress the subtle sky with deepest thoughts of life and rebirth,
Both starred and clear,
That this man who lay down with utmost faith,
Who walked a path of purpose in lives he met,
And who cried for blood in the plateau of furor,
Cried pure tears,
Who when he did pass knew only this,
When his life was expent and his damage was done,
Traces of existence give life the enigma,
His thoughts for you to share,
And when this man did pass from life,
He passed through all life's bitter strife,
And with the pain within his mind,
Let you know that this man,
The greatest man,
Left us with no fear.