It's been centuries,
When I dug deep and buried,

Expecting utter calm and serenity
Yet felt nothing but unrest and anxiety.
I tried to make further holes in the facade remaining
But it caused no harm to the image standing.

It's numb at once, chaos another,
It's throbbing somewhere still in me,
It's still threatening to rise, to devour
It still claiming my sanity, my composure.

Will it stop anywhere?
Will it come back for revenge?
Should I start preparing for the Battle?
Should I start assembling twigs for my pyre?
Even if I lost, the ashes will remain!
Ashes! That I dug & buried deep ages ago!