Echoes.

Destiny - come before me!
lend authority to my demise!
End critiques unfairly censored
don't dare to mask the travesty!

Saturnise perils
sanction destitution over all I survey -
will these tirades ever cease?

We'll wander onward-
my soul in slumber-
reaching for a means to end the wondering.

Fly - Delight in what once led the way
dance inFlamed
Transfigure the sighs - to whys
Shackle the pain.
Prisons of passions will gladly house all turmoil
(warded by revolt)