Dono's Odyssey

[Dono]

Something I've been working on for a long time, this is the first draft. Lemme know if y'all catch anything that's off or odd. Obviously hardly anyone is going to read this. I get that. No worries, I wrote it for me. Cheers.



Plight Of Man (The Journey Begins)

I muse in sad fantasy, on the back balcony
With thoughts less comprehensible than bad alchemy
I stare out at the horizon, exhale cold night air
Feeling quite scared, I know nothing, so why care?
Mind whispers grow to hold their own personalities
Locked in opportunities any person's bound to seize
Never been the type to think, till someone spiked my drink
Sliced the synch with reality, on the frightful brink
Between my mind scape and everything I find great
Now not knowing life's purpose makes me irate


(When Up was Down)

Colors blended into tasted sounds and I felt taste melt fate
Which smelt great, enticed by hell's gate I was dealt bait
Which led me to leap through black holes with a gazelle's gait
Truly though, these tirading thoughts made Orion's belt break
With nothing to restrain it, Gravity let loose, bled truth
Red juice finally left the carpet, drawing a dead goose
Knocked it's head loose, logic lost lucid longevity
But released it's strong energy at the wrong enemy
The multi-verse theory knocked back and forth to play strings
Convention broken, dimensions opened saying the same things
Flashback to ash black hash tags, gashed flags, and smashed bags
Luggage split from the cargo and torn into slashed rags
Six riders slid from horses due to slick tires
While sick fighters called for help burning in thick fires
Bic lighters and the heat of the moment used to lick liars
Father Time put two hours in a second to trick friars
Mother nature evolved into another stature
Darwin disagreed, destiny designed her brother's maker
Love your neighbor or be forced into rougher labor
We'll suffer later, focus on catching summer's vapor
I present a riddle, class chronicle, stupor is palpable
The present is fickle, past comical, future intangible
I consent a little, pass possible, tutor an animal
I resent the middle, glass monocle, shooters are radical
The descent of spittle, grass obstacle, troopers or nationals
The dissent acquittal, mass particles, neutering cannibals
Depended, what? Please re-send it, too late message rescinded
Sobriety back, wild ride ended, coherency re-imprinted


(Shaken, Not Stirred - Ideology)

Understand any of that?.....then you get the universe
But I'm totally lost; ignorant, unruly curse!
Let's be honest, it was a little more strange than serious
But the experiences left me deranged and curious
Lately I'm stumbling, all I've known is crumbling
Bumbling and mumbling, I guess it should be humbling
I feel a mixed sense of confusion and heart break
The world I admired has become such a dark place
It seems life has led me to the end of my chain
I contemplate ending it all to tend to the pain
But no, that's merely the indolent path to purpose
Barely scratch the surface, I'd rather ask the sermons
Whether past or the present, my task was reverent
Desired to know if the human caste was heaven sent
Or an abomination of adulteration
Or founded on some other unknowable operation
Is there a higher power or do I control my fate?
Swiftly started searching for answers because, well, why wait?


Escape Through Myth (A Rome through Greece)

In Homer's roots I had every book delivered
Titans clashed in violent wrath, the earth shook and quivered
Thumbed through innumerable volumes of Zeus' exploits
God's blood better for physique than the use of steroids
For proof, ask the heroes Hercules or Perseus
Luck was courteous, to most things they were impervious
Achilles drew the short stick, his heel unprotected
Paris' bow brought the arrow with skill as expected
Downfall in the Trojan war with armies hopin for
The rescue of some type of golden whore of olden lore
I loved Aphrodite, thought of Hades half as highly
Ares raged, spear and shield, all knew his wrath was mighty
Athena's battle attire resembled a Spartan Miss
Sun and moon, for the twins Apollo and Artemis
Dionysus partied hard over the cripple Hephaestus (hi-fes-tus)
Hermes delivered each message, winged sandals fly restless
Demeter and Hestia watched over crops and cooking
With Hera, the worried mother and wife, often looking
Fire was brought to man in the hands of Prometheus
But he would have brought truth if his plan was ingenious
After reading the chronicles of Olympus
They struck me as paradoxical and fictitious
Deities inflicted with the soul of humanity
Our grand creations reflect self, such is our vanity


(Norse Code in Papyrus)

As I dove into other fables and fine classics
Ra passed overhead in formulaic time lapses
Apollo would be jealous knowing the sun is shared
An endless wealth of tales, I came unprepared
To peer-amid their glory and comprehend the bulk
For any other end I'd have been content to sulk
But as it was I pushed, papers covered me like mummies
Studies from original texts to 'myths for dummies'
For wisdom, I sacrificed both my eyes to Odin
Twice his offer in the spring, yet no surprise awoken
Valhalla raged inside my head, wild crashing fighting
Until Thor came and settled things with flashing lightning
As I read of Baldur, something struck me as absurd
Deja vu reigned, entertained by duplicates I heard
Though different, Ra was Apollo and Thor was Zeus
In essence; lack of copy write laws are a poor excuse
Thousands of holy accounts spun from the main threads
Fabric differed in color but led to the same ends
Lack of creativity, or an inherent property?
Do we share arteries or copy nearby prophecy?
Either way it bothered me, the eerie monotony
All proven false, as much guidance as astrology
Closed the tattered books, ancient preachers perceived poorly
Which gave me little faith the current ones achieved more things


Plight of Man (Being Left Isn't Right)

So what depraved mind left us on this barren rock?
Whoever it was doesn't really seem to care a lot
I need an answer, someone to appear to me
Clarify my purpose make it all clear to see
What is ignorant bliss? I screeched a militant hiss
With the same wild passion as an intimate kiss
My cries echoed out across the infinite abyss
Eye's hurtin, quite certain no one was listenin to this
Then rain fell, the plain smell filling my nostrils
Poured like heaven's fire hydrant spilling its nozzle
Creeping high above, black cumulonimbus clouds
Torrential downpour dropped from those malicious shrouds
The weather's temper heightening, a lightning flash,
Heard the sky fighting, thunder, a frightening crash
Then nothing, a soundless void, confused where the thunder went
Silent wind whipped wildly, left in wayward wonderment
Thick dark fog rolled in, enveloping the landscape
Whirling around harshly until settling as stagnate
Within the fog a peculiar figure took form
His face was literally the eye of the storm
That image mentally clings; tattered, stark ebony wings
Radiating an aura only dark energy brings
A regal species, born from those meant to be kings
Entity draped in all black, chains and entropy rings
Lips carried the song heresy sings, his gaze reassuring
He was terrifying, but simultaneously alluring
Clawed fingers and razor sharp horns from the forehead
Grew over muscular leathery skin, adding more dread
Blood red lightning and small flames flickered and bounced
Tangible heat dripped from his pores in thicker amounts
He looked at me with a sly grin, tilted his head and spoke
Fire leapt from his tongue and his words were said in smoke


Seven Sins (I'd (W)rather Rule)

Listen, I bring an offer and an opportunity
Join my clan of wickedness and never hear your eulogy
From death I give immunity and all desires humanly
Allow simple people sin and evil, plus grant impunity
Follow me, I know you taste the darkness swallowing
Emotions from your heart, feel yourself hollowing
I see into your soul, each and every lust
Come with me you'll see every enemy is crushed
What they call it is wrath, but is it really a sin?
To have power over all of a million men
Pick me and I'll bestow on you unlimited force
To eliminate any fool or foe with no remorse
The people will call you king, ruler, master of land
Ascend the heights of the world even faster than planned
Sit atop a throne, give orders from your proper home
Command armies of a type unseen since the fall of Rome
As corpses fill meadows, hear the hordes of bellows
For the lord and pharaoh who controls swords and arrows
Guns and tanks, a million soldiers with a hundred ranks
Flood the flanks and take control of a blunted race
Stand above an endless crowd as they bow in praise
More than a taste, fully indulge in a power craze


(Accounting for a Lull)

But perhaps your weak spot is gold and platinum
I can fill accounts until they hold the maximum
Enjoy women and diamonds while livin on islands
Be it pigeons or lions, one or a million of items
Butlers and mansions endless lovers and dances
All colors and fashions, a few comforts that happen
The numbers are ballads, that all point to prestigious
All I need is your name to appoint flowing riches
Capitalist mindset - don't you know greed is good?
Posses the world's vast wealth like an elitist should

I can offer more than any biblical savior
Cause physical labor has a pitiful flavor
Take comfort in a lackadaisical lifestyle,
Endlessly exerting energy or effort is quite vile
I will never ask for actions or accomplishments
Need not even have reactions or responsiveness
If you don't deeply desire to go forth and do
I'm one of the few that will be supporting you
No such thing as lazy, that's crazy, it's just maybe
When the lines between want and need become hazy
Plenty men are made to behave, work from cradle to grave
My forces are able to save from being labeled a slave


(Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better)

Maybe no matter what you have you still feel empty
Not even the greatest actors can conceal envy
With my powers I can give you a social raise
Perfect your many skills until you receive global praise
If you stumble upon a grand master or veteran
I'll elevate you tenfold above that specimen
Never again uncertain, all men vastly inferior
Unmatched good looks compared to their ghastly exteriors
Never feel inadequate when told to compete
Your domination in all realms will be total, complete
And as the prime example of human excellence
Feel free to gloat over their polluted pestilence
Insects compared to you, dare to wear it on your sleeve
Practically god among men, the foolish, weak, naive
Towering above all the cowering lames below
When you know you're the pinnacle, there's no shame to show
Others are jealous if they think confidence is cocky
Lying to oneself is the artificer's hobby


(Sounds Wild Animals Make)

My best guess is you crave the sultry taste of fresh flesh
Sweet caress, heated breath, bodies meshed, hips and chests pressed
On foreign figures the feeling infests guests
Perhaps, a free pass from perdition with less tests
If they look delicious who's to say you shouldn't indulge
Corporeal denial when you follow an anti-sin cult
You've been lulled into the belief your body lies
And there's shame in evoking passionate godly cries
You naughty guys, unruly temptresses, sly sirens
Expected to hold abstinence - only in wry silence
Stop acting casual, human intercourse is natural
Countless cultures before proved that to be factual
Ancient dread is bred from disease and pregnancy
Now, you won't see a penalty, be free in pleasantry
Cause contraceptives control for drastic error
The current cause for alarm; an odd spastic terror

Switch themes, God's plastic chair on the lawn of luxury
Where nutrition's ambition is a spawn of gluttony
Devour a swan quite hungrily and taste elegance
Go big or go home, feast ferociously on great elephants
Quite literally, internally embrace a lion's heart
Boil baby bats and black widows to find the dark
A kind of spark from electric eel delicious dishes
No caveat for caviar against frail fishes wishes
A pathetic palate paralyzes people's perception
Pulling paradoxical projections of peaceful perfection
There's no regal exceptions, edible equals confection
Man's physical horizon sees no needle-like sections
Whether your lips taste hip, waist, or a creature's corpse
Carnality is the mark of man, only fools teach remorse


(And It Came To Pass)

Don't let anyone control your life or define limits
A complete waste of time joining the divine nitwits
Biblical sin was aimed toward primitive society
Through time, we become more diminutive in piety
For good reason, those past parameters are extinct
Yet preachers still presume reality is text linked
False. We're fated into an era of options
While tradition maintains our scare of the doctrines
Honestly, how many atrocities have been committed
In the name of 'good' religion, but later omitted?
Preparing the charges against their institution;
Oddly, religion advocates evolution
Right and wrong balance upon the whim of the people
Till I can't tell if it's you, me, or Him that is evil
See, morality morphs on a regular basis
So capture autonomy or stick to the stasis,
Be a contented fool, believe in hell so adamant
All the same to me, I'm just playing devil's advocate


Plight of Man (A Second Opinion)

Those icy words cut my soul like a foot injury
Skeptical of the spectacle, smelling of ghoul's tricky
My head amiss, gain endless bliss in full liberty?
Or was the demon's guise a path to fool's misery?
But he caught my attention and as I learned and listened
Something bright fell from the sky, burned and glistened
A pristine being descended, similar to the other
But more refined, a golden color, like an older brother
He bore maturity in an aura of purity
His presence alone bred a sense of more security
The air cleared, warm sunshine, deep breath letting my lungs fill
Tried to speak but his awesome physique kept my tongue still
A man of great scale encased in shining plate mail
Dark strangles beneath the archangel, their traits pale
He towered above the monster who's defiance diminished
Losing power in the scene the fiend silently finished
Flashed a sly grin and a wink, glands dripped dry sin in a blink
Drifted out of sync - just as I was beginning to think
Last taste of malady's face went with the shadowy wraith
Still standing in place; a being whose essence had to be faith

[Dono]

Something I've been working on for a long time, this is the first draft. Lemme know if y'all catch anything that's off or odd. Obviously hardly anyone is going to read this. I get that. No worries, I wrote it for me. Cheers.



Plight Of Man (The Journey Begins)

I muse in sad fantasy, on the back balcony
With thoughts less comprehensible than bad alchemy
I stare out at the horizon, exhale cold night air
Feeling quite scared, I know nothing, so why care?
Mind whispers grow to hold their own personalities
Locked in opportunities any person's bound to seize
Never been the type to think, till someone spiked my drink
Sliced the synch with reality, on the frightful brink
Between my mind scape and everything I find great
Now not knowing life's purpose makes me irate


(When Up was Down)

Colors blended into tasted sounds and I felt taste melt fate
Which smelt great, enticed by hell's gate I was dealt bait
Which led me to leap through black holes with a gazelle's gait
Truly though, these tirading thoughts made Orion's belt break
With nothing to restrain it, Gravity let loose, bled truth
Red juice finally left the carpet, drawing a dead goose
Knocked it's head loose, logic lost lucid longevity
But released it's strong energy at the wrong enemy
The multi-verse theory knocked back and forth to play strings
Convention broken, dimensions opened saying the same things
Flashback to ash black hash tags, gashed flags, and smashed bags
Luggage split from the cargo and torn into slashed rags
Six riders slid from horses due to slick tires
While sick fighters called for help burning in thick fires
Bic lighters and the heat of the moment used to lick liars
Father Time put two hours in a second to trick friars
Mother nature evolved into another stature
Darwin disagreed, destiny designed her brother's maker
Love your neighbor or be forced into rougher labor
We'll suffer later, focus on catching summer's vapor
I present a riddle, class chronicle, stupor is palpable
The present is fickle, past comical, future intangible
I consent a little, pass possible, tutor an animal
I resent the middle, glass monocle, shooters are radical
The descent of spittle, grass obstacle, troopers or nationals
The dissent acquittal, mass particles, neutering cannibals
Depended, what? Please re-send it, too late message rescinded
Sobriety back, wild ride ended, coherency re-imprinted


(Shaken, Not Stirred - Ideology)

Understand any of that?.....then you get the universe
But I'm totally lost; ignorant, unruly curse!
Let's be honest, it was a little more strange than serious
But the experiences left me deranged and curious
Lately I'm stumbling, all I've known is crumbling
Bumbling and mumbling, I guess it should be humbling
I feel a mixed sense of confusion and heart break
The world I admired has become such a dark place
It seems life has led me to the end of my chain
I contemplate ending it all to tend to the pain
But no, that's merely the indolent path to purpose
Barely scratch the surface, I'd rather ask the sermons
Whether past or the present, my task was reverent
Desired to know if the human caste was heaven sent
Or an abomination of adulteration
Or founded on some other unknowable operation
Is there a higher power or do I control my fate?
Swiftly started searching for answers because, well, why wait?


Escape Through Myth (A Rome through Greece)

In Homer's roots I had every book delivered
Titans clashed in violent wrath, the earth shook and quivered
Thumbed through innumerable volumes of Zeus' exploits
God's blood better for physique than the use of steroids
For proof, ask the heroes Hercules or Perseus
Luck was courteous, to most things they were impervious
Achilles drew the short stick, his heel unprotected
Paris' bow brought the arrow with skill as expected
Downfall in the Trojan war with armies hopin for
The rescue of some type of golden whore of olden lore
I loved Aphrodite, thought of Hades half as highly
Ares raged, spear and shield, all knew his wrath was mighty
Athena's battle attire resembled a Spartan Miss
Sun and moon, for the twins Apollo and Artemis
Dionysus partied hard over the cripple Hephaestus (hi-fes-tus)
Hermes delivered each message, winged sandals fly restless
Demeter and Hestia watched over crops and cooking
With Hera, the worried mother and wife, often looking
Fire was brought to man in the hands of Prometheus
But he would have brought truth if his plan was ingenious
After reading the chronicles of Olympus
They struck me as paradoxical and fictitious
Deities inflicted with the soul of humanity
Our grand creations reflect self, such is our vanity


(Norse Code in Papyrus)

As I dove into other fables and fine classics
Ra passed overhead in formulaic time lapses
Apollo would be jealous knowing the sun is shared
An endless wealth of tales, I came unprepared
To peer-amid their glory and comprehend the bulk
For any other end I'd have been content to sulk
But as it was I pushed, papers covered me like mummies
Studies from original texts to 'myths for dummies'
For wisdom, I sacrificed both my eyes to Odin
Twice his offer in the spring, yet no surprise awoken
Valhalla raged inside my head, wild crashing fighting
Until Thor came and settled things with flashing lightning
As I read of Baldur, something struck me as absurd
Deja vu reigned, entertained by duplicates I heard
Though different, Ra was Apollo and Thor was Zeus
In essence; lack of copy write laws are a poor excuse
Thousands of holy accounts spun from the main threads
Fabric differed in color but led to the same ends
Lack of creativity, or an inherent property?
Do we share arteries or copy nearby prophecy?
Either way it bothered me, the eerie monotony
All proven false, as much guidance as astrology
Closed the tattered books, ancient preachers perceived poorly
Which gave me little faith the current ones achieved more things


Plight of Man (Being Left Isn't Right)

So what depraved mind left us on this barren rock?
Whoever it was doesn't really seem to care a lot
I need an answer, someone to appear to me
Clarify my purpose make it all clear to see
What is ignorant bliss? I screeched a militant hiss
With the same wild passion as an intimate kiss
My cries echoed out across the infinite abyss
Eye's hurtin, quite certain no one was listenin to this
Then rain fell, the plain smell filling my nostrils
Poured like heaven's fire hydrant spilling its nozzle
Creeping high above, black cumulonimbus clouds
Torrential downpour dropped from those malicious shrouds
The weather's temper heightening, a lightning flash,
Heard the sky fighting, thunder, a frightening crash
Then nothing, a soundless void, confused where the thunder went
Silent wind whipped wildly, left in wayward wonderment
Thick dark fog rolled in, enveloping the landscape
Whirling around harshly until settling as stagnate
Within the fog a peculiar figure took form
His face was literally the eye of the storm
That image mentally clings; tattered, stark ebony wings
Radiating an aura only dark energy brings
A regal species, born from those meant to be kings
Entity draped in all black, chains and entropy rings
Lips carried the song heresy sings, his gaze reassuring
He was terrifying, but simultaneously alluring
Clawed fingers and razor sharp horns from the forehead
Grew over muscular leathery skin, adding more dread
Blood red lightning and small flames flickered and bounced
Tangible heat dripped from his pores in thicker amounts
He looked at me with a sly grin, tilted his head and spoke
Fire leapt from his tongue and his words were said in smoke


Seven Sins (I'd (W)rather Rule)

Listen, I bring an offer and an opportunity
Join my clan of wickedness and never hear your eulogy
From death I give immunity and all desires humanly
Allow simple people sin and evil, plus grant impunity
Follow me, I know you taste the darkness swallowing
Emotions from your heart, feel yourself hollowing
I see into your soul, each and every lust
Come with me you'll see every enemy is crushed
What they call it is wrath, but is it really a sin?
To have power over all of a million men
Pick me and I'll bestow on you unlimited force
To eliminate any fool or foe with no remorse
The people will call you king, ruler, master of land
Ascend the heights of the world even faster than planned
Sit atop a throne, give orders from your proper home
Command armies of a type unseen since the fall of Rome
As corpses fill meadows, hear the hordes of bellows
For the lord and pharaoh who controls swords and arrows
Guns and tanks, a million soldiers with a hundred ranks
Flood the flanks and take control of a blunted race
Stand above an endless crowd as they bow in praise
More than a taste, fully indulge in a power craze


(Accounting for a Lull)

But perhaps your weak spot is gold and platinum
I can fill accounts until they hold the maximum
Enjoy women and diamonds while livin on islands
Be it pigeons or lions, one or a million of items
Butlers and mansions endless lovers and dances
All colors and fashions, a few comforts that happen
The numbers are ballads, that all point to prestigious
All I need is your name to appoint flowing riches
Capitalist mindset - don't you know greed is good?
Posses the world's vast wealth like an elitist should

I can offer more than any biblical savior
Cause physical labor has a pitiful flavor
Take comfort in a lackadaisical lifestyle,
Endlessly exerting energy or effort is quite vile
I will never ask for actions or accomplishments
Need not even have reactions or responsiveness
If you don't deeply desire to go forth and do
I'm one of the few that will be supporting you
No such thing as lazy, that's crazy, it's just maybe
When the lines between want and need become hazy
Plenty men are made to behave, work from cradle to grave
My forces are able to save from being labeled a slave


(Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better)

Maybe no matter what you have you still feel empty
Not even the greatest actors can conceal envy
With my powers I can give you a social raise
Perfect your many skills until you receive global praise
If you stumble upon a grand master or veteran
I'll elevate you tenfold above that specimen
Never again uncertain, all men vastly inferior
Unmatched good looks compared to their ghastly exteriors
Never feel inadequate when told to compete
Your domination in all realms will be total, complete
And as the prime example of human excellence
Feel free to gloat over their polluted pestilence
Insects compared to you, dare to wear it on your sleeve
Practically god among men, the foolish, weak, naive
Towering above all the cowering lames below
When you know you're the pinnacle, there's no shame to show
Others are jealous if they think confidence is cocky
Lying to oneself is the artificer's hobby


(Sounds Wild Animals Make)

My best guess is you crave the sultry taste of fresh flesh
Sweet caress, heated breath, bodies meshed, hips and chests pressed
On foreign figures the feeling infests guests
Perhaps, a free pass from perdition with less tests
If they look delicious who's to say you shouldn't indulge
Corporeal denial when you follow an anti-sin cult
You've been lulled into the belief your body lies
And there's shame in evoking passionate godly cries
You naughty guys, unruly temptresses, sly sirens
Expected to hold abstinence - only in wry silence
Stop acting casual, human intercourse is natural
Countless cultures before proved that to be factual
Ancient dread is bred from disease and pregnancy
Now, you won't see a penalty, be free in pleasantry
Cause contraceptives control for drastic error
The current cause for alarm; an odd spastic terror

Switch themes, God's plastic chair on the lawn of luxury
Where nutrition's ambition is a spawn of gluttony
Devour a swan quite hungrily and taste elegance
Go big or go home, feast ferociously on great elephants
Quite literally, internally embrace a lion's heart
Boil baby bats and black widows to find the dark
A kind of spark from electric eel delicious dishes
No caveat for caviar against frail fishes wishes
A pathetic palate paralyzes people's perception
Pulling paradoxical projections of peaceful perfection
There's no regal exceptions, edible equals confection
Man's physical horizon sees no needle-like sections
Whether your lips taste hip, waist, or a creature's corpse
Carnality is the mark of man, only fools teach remorse


(And It Came To Pass)

Don't let anyone control your life or define limits
A complete waste of time joining the divine nitwits
Biblical sin was aimed toward primitive society
Through time, we become more diminutive in piety
For good reason, those past parameters are extinct
Yet preachers still presume reality is text linked
False. We're fated into an era of options
While tradition maintains our scare of the doctrines
Honestly, how many atrocities have been committed
In the name of 'good' religion, but later omitted?
Preparing the charges against their institution;
Oddly, religion advocates evolution
Right and wrong balance upon the whim of the people
Till I can't tell if it's you, me, or Him that is evil
See, morality morphs on a regular basis
So capture autonomy or stick to the stasis,
Be a contented fool, believe in hell so adamant
All the same to me, I'm just playing devil's advocate


Plight of Man (A Second Opinion)

Those icy words cut my soul like a foot injury
Skeptical of the spectacle, smelling of ghoul's tricky
My head amiss, gain endless bliss in full liberty?
Or was the demon's guise a path to fool's misery?
But he caught my attention and as I learned and listened
Something bright fell from the sky, burned and glistened
A pristine being descended, similar to the other
But more refined, a golden color, like an older brother
He bore maturity in an aura of purity
His presence alone bred a sense of more security
The air cleared, warm sunshine, deep breath letting my lungs fill
Tried to speak but his awesome physique kept my tongue still
A man of great scale encased in shining plate mail
Dark strangles beneath the archangel, their traits pale
He towered above the monster who's defiance diminished
Losing power in the scene the fiend silently finished
Flashed a sly grin and a wink, glands dripped dry sin in a blink
Drifted out of sync - just as I was beginning to think
Last taste of malady's face went with the shadowy wraith
Still standing in place; a being whose essence had to be faith