Let the past die upon the fire
Leave all that I begot
I was to fall upon a pyre
I am the last you sought
A failure of my own desire
A future fleeting thought
Repeating stories not entire
Return to truth we wrought
Now a legend must retire
Or am I slow ask or go
To a place become much higher
And not the way you thought
Let it be known as I expire
I am nought I am not
A liar