Week Twelve - Entry
Sitting on this lonely hill
I can see my isolation around me
No one else, never, not here
While I ponder my penance
I can taste the ages that passed
While I waited in my cell
Flying past me on the breeze
Atop this silent hill
The battles that broke out
and men lie dying on the fields below
are a shadow on this land
All but forgotten now
My crimes too
Pass from the public memory
Yet I hide from those
Who do not forget as easily
On this forsaken hill
I can see my isolation around me
No one else, never, not here
While I ponder my penance
I can taste the ages that passed
While I waited in my cell
Flying past me on the breeze
Atop this silent hill
The battles that broke out
and men lie dying on the fields below
are a shadow on this land
All but forgotten now
My crimes too
Pass from the public memory
Yet I hide from those
Who do not forget as easily
On this forsaken hill