The Neverending

The woods decay and fall

The vapours weep their burdon to the ground

Man comes and tills the fields and lies beneath

And after many a summer dies the swan

When the days of all golden dreams had perished

Even despair was powerless to destroy

Then did I learn how existence could be cherished

And fed without the aid of joy

Then did I check the tears of useless passion

Weaned my young soul from yearning after yours

Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten

Down to that tomb already more than mine

My dreams

My life

Away

Now I'm here

The abyss near

Neverending

And even yet I dare not let it languish

Dare not indulge in memory's repturous pain

Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish

How could I seek the empty world again?

Fall asleep and die in harmony

Under the bright shadow of Dark Suns tragedy...