Why must a soul be marked by a devil’s will, For shadows of a past now lying still? Regret runs deep through sins that never fade Why can’t one rise anew from choices made? The past should stay the past, like stone, not sand, Not something rewritten by each trembling hand. If old misdeeds condemn a soul to cast, Then why are legends forgiven at last? He was wrong, but does that make him vile? Even gods have faltered; yet we reconcile. Given a chance, their errors they outshowed; Sometimes a soul deserves a lifted road. Why must the past be etched upon one’s skin, As if the soul must pay twice for every sin? He sought to rise, to free the weight he bore, Yet finds that fate debates what we restore. For past and fate forever intertwine A burden carried, yet a path still mine.