Pauper of Souls

From black hills I descend
A barbarous Man
A wolf amid sheep
Amongst humanity’s… finest
Floundering like Rats
Blind in the daylight
They crawl and scrabble
O’er the scraps of mistruth and myth
Far better to be of faith
Black and Barbarous
Than of no faith at all
A wolf alone on a hillside deserted
Than one of a flock… faceless
Miserable wretches
Swamped with a faceless grey
They huddle cold and doomed
Doomed to die despite Death’s guiding hand
From black hills I descend
A barbarous Man
A wolf amid sheep
Amongst humanity’s finest
Far better to be of faith Black and Barbarous
Than one of a flock…
…Destined to die
A pauper of life’s riches
Destined to die
A pauper of Souls