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Shroud of FrostUndying odyssey... a myriad of times
The soul has seen
Through eyes of heaven
The imperium of earth
Nothing left to perceive
Help me to escape from this existence
I yearn for an answer... can you help me?
I'm drowning in a sea of abused visions and shattered dreams
In somnolent illusion... I'm paralysed
A pious human disorder
Blind to passage of souls
Conclusion from one remembrance
Help me to escape...
Transfixed... I gaze through my window
at a world lying under a shroud of frost.
In a forlorn stupor I feel the burning of
staring eyes, yet no one is here.
Detached from reality, in the Knowing
of dreams, we know the entity of
insuing agony waits to clasp us in its
cold breast, in an empty room.
We awake and it's true.
I dreamt of the sun's demise,
awoke to a bleak morning.
In the emptiness I behled fate for the dead light
is a foretelling of what will be...
I saw a soul drift from life, through death, and arrive
at Elysian fields in welcoming song.
Yet I stand in a dusk-filled room
despondently watching the passing of the kindred spirit...
and there is no song...
just a delusion of silence.