Imploding stars
falling will.
Fighting back
apathy's chill.

Running wild
all desire.
Smoldering embers,
raging fire.

Waves cold
crashing down.
Song of stars,
it will sound.

Waking rage,
dawn's breaking.
Reality's shore,
heart shaking.

Blade at throat,
blood runs cold.
Sorrow stares,
and swallows whole.

Sundered heart,
broken spirit.
If the song cries,
will they hear it?

Mountains crumble
with broken vows.
Change of feather,
regrets now.

Whistling gale
rising storm,
clouds of hope,
silver reform.

Lost the path,
try again.
Sharpen blades
just say when.

Blood spills,
shadows fill.
Screams of past
lightning flashed.

End in sight
run the race.
A new story's
warm embrace.


Penned by my hand on the 9th of Scarlatan, in the year 981 AF.