Green flames remain Where once my eyes were. Constant pain as a constant reminder There are greatest forces at work At least mortals are more likely To fear and respect Such a gruesome appearance The grim lanterns in my skull Observe a vast amount Of souls on the sea Lost souls that need my guidance But I cannot do this alone. Am I really to grovel Before a commoner floating on wood? It appears that I'm not above The vice and virtues of men. Ironic that the bringer of death Leader of souls Is locked behind The door of humility.