Under the shadow of a lost sun
Where dust adorns my yearning palms
And empty thrones embed the sod
The whispering wind carves
Through the pale of misery’s bane
Our world eclipsed in the pall of night
in the solitude of a broken and ruined age
The enigma that haunts
The maze of my stillborn dreams
By a distant calling, beseeched
Our fragile hands depart
In a garden of promise
Sheltered from the lustrous light
Sleep now and forever
The beating of my stricken heart
The angel of heaven fall
A weeping of desolate skies collapsed
My unreality…a labyrinth of afflicted soul
I the exiled oblivion of my anguish
The stars bade their last farewell
And the spirit turns to stone
To this grandeur I succumb
Fragmented…to familiar realms…alone
The isles of Gaia fall
The broken bones below the soil ache
There is no more a path
Left within these harrowed plains
Where the melancholy waters flow
As crystal through stiffened veins
And the ghosts of all I’ve failed to be
Lay severed and slain
Unremembered and cold
Adrift an ocean of painted grey
A perennial slumber entraps my eyes
Like darkness to a dying flame