I travelled a day and a night, Under a sun that cast no shadow. My shroud was solitude, Iron split the skin on my fingers, And a candle spun my soul

Flesh parts, a rhythm broke, a cor… What once knew blood and beating f… Grows accustomed to the hardened s… of wars won, battles waged, blood… A pearl. A shroud of starlit clou…

I hear of a place. where palms raise to the sky, where feet strike the red ground, where voices rise together. I hear a voice, joined by a thousa…

Cometh the eve, cometh the strange… Upon winds o’er the feather and ta… flesh did splinter that great oak,… To remove ones shroud, ones veil. Shadows bent and limbered across t…

Child chilled by autumn dreary; Cries into the early hours, By her bed the flame cowers. Awakens eyes dazed and weary, To days grasp, vanquished by dark,

My grief comes late, it waits For closed doors and silent rays o… To hit bowed back and clasped hand… There was no swan song for me to m… Only the broken and slow realisati…