Blood red walls
Choke his sanity
Ripping him away
from his rusting image
Of a rising hero,
once more he is bitten
By the frost of temptation
Drowning within its spell
Of a blinding white winter
Where the air itself sweats
And the will to resist is frozen
As if from a nightmare, he awakes
In cold sweat and in fear,
He shivers from the frost bite
And trembles from the cautious wonderment
Of the damage he’d caused this time
As the seasons change
he forges iron chains
Out of the regret that runs deep within him
And he escapes to hide
within the twilight of the stars
Where he repairs his broken image
Of the rising hero he is still thought to be
Until once again
temptation breaks free
And another hole
Must be dug
into the gravel
Of a broken mans heart