Nothing more
Than the cold
Whispers now
A riddle of the dead without end
An incise
Was the crime
Taken eyes from the fairest of heirs
Taken love
The betrothed
A foolhardy walk in his steps
Taken blood
Not enough
Reticent, the fierce
Gazing at skies above them
Wondering what lies beneath their feet
Blazing forth, miles overhead
Uneasy, threadbare vagary
Lest the wind
From our sails
Push us forth
Addled are the proud many
Carry on?
How can we
With heavy hearts drowning
Gazing at skies above them
Wondering what lies beneath their feet
Blazing forth, miles overhead
Uneasy, threadbare vagary
Fire, burning bright
And no one to save him this time
Empyrean mirror ignites
Plunging forth into the brine
Lost to thee, for all of time
Now hallowed and holy collide