Crosses of gold,
And those of stone,
Do not effect the world I roam.
Those only of blood and flesh and life,
Are the ones that cause me strife.
To see the sun my life is done,
A wooden stake my life shall take.
I am immortal, yet I can die,
By the mortal hands belonging to thy.
Where he stands in all the lands a gleam within His eye,
A wooden stake my life shall take,
And then no longer am I
Not bad, eh?

C'mon, Asher, can't you figure out mine?
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