That it was that I knew of all purpose and my challenge of this season.
That I was untouched of divine deities did I stand in expostulation of unformed
masters. That I stood unyielding and unmoving in my gesture and my will. That I
stood fearful but unbroken in my spirit and my mind. That I stood fast in the
light of darkness and did reach out unto them thy undone angels and thy demons.
In the new wind of change did they condemn me and convict me and did sentence
me. Did they curse me and did scourge me and anathematize me and did cast
me with the likes of Apollyon and Sheol and they did plunge my gestalten being
into the winds of eternity.
Was it that they took notice of my reason
not, the time they spent of the will forgot, and a final hour did their cool
words usher, did the gawking crowds draw a bit more lusher of their coldest
thought of the day would end with my sweet surrender, as they lay me down in
fields with the others condemned.
Dies Irae (Days of