Like a pale ghost i waste away in this foul world
dirge still echoes in these woods
mourning lingers in vales
mirthless is this wandering through hollow days
burdened with sorrow far too deep,a pain impossible to bear
gone are the singing birds,silently sigh only the trees
for nothing have i been by your side
in vain have i wasted this life
all that was fair has been marred now
sleeping in the silent shade
there is a void inside me,hollowed by the years
time had made these scars,burned them in my soul
moulded this ugly figure of anguish and woe
and as light still lingers,painting scarlet this barren scene
on my cheeks,once so live,adorn flood of tears,caused by strife
and as i grieve under the sky,even raven croaks me its despise
in shrouding veil of thickening dusk
in the caress of darkening woods
these winds my path,narrow and fading
now that the light has gone away,all the searching has led astray
these journeys are filled with craving,these moments with loss
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