Nothing i can offer

The emptiness I breathe soon

Be null

A breathe be ceased of my nostril

There could lay my helpless still flesh

Parted of his peers: soul and spirit

I shall a moment be the mourn

By the beloved and to my foe

Shall as well shed merry-tears

To rejoice in their wicked plight-ful

Self whilst I am gone forever

My destination shall be of no uncertainty

And legacy be not to defy

I might be here but soon

Like ashes be blown

Within a mist shall

Abide to the voice

Of fate.