My sol

I sought forgiveness, so forgive me, for therein lies my anguish; With my own hands I laid you to rest—rejoice!—and watered your grave with my tears. The path is clear; depart this abode of ruin and rise above; I am the slain one; let the radiant truths shine forth in my words. I am the orator; my verses tower high like majestic mountains; Glory defines my bounds, and my joy lies in steadfast humility. I roam the earth; make way for me across the vast seas of poetry; I am the one who stirs the soul; wipe away my tears with the touch of eloquence.