A soul born of fire now dips below the horizon
Struggling against an unavoidable fate
His light fades, replaced by darkness
Buried beneath the stars.
In memory of a path traced full upon the heavens long ago
He came amidst rumors of hope and salvation
With curious and cautious steps he stretched high above the Grove
Rising slowly, purposefully into the sky.
With love and compassion
His light nurtured the spirits of those who dared stand alone
But beyond the Zenith, time grinds all things
Now within the dimming path, his brilliance slowly fades.
Shadows stretch long as the arms of all reach skyward
An unease most primal enters their minds, the truth which is the End
Fear of the darkness, and whats hidden within
Don’t leave us.
The edge of his soul touches twilight and beings to wither
Pulled downward he rages, clawing at the sky
In a final fit of life, he bleeds in fiery hues of blue and orange upon the sky
His warmth fading with time.
We wait in shadow,
The veil now drawn
The Abyss impassable.
As despair grips all, there comes another
Her gentle light calming the souls of those below
A reflection of He, shimmering in silver
She speaks in whispers of what came before
We must wait, we must endure
Luminescent fingers stretch downward through trees and over mountains
The path now lit in ghostly whites and grays
That which has passed shall be again
We must abide the dead of night
For those who survive this midnight hour shall see the light again
