Leaves may fall
Winds may change
luster fades
but one thing is certain
one thing is true
three words are constant…
they will never change
And so it continues
one day after another
one foot after the other
grays softly get technicolor
but they won’t sparkle again
not like your smile
not as the sun that opens in your eyes
So what becomes of me?
just be at a standstill
waiting for that day
the day you return
I will wait for you, child
I will wait for the day our world becomes one
I will linger
Lead me where the skies, soul & body meet
Where pastures grazed with dew caress my feet
the vicinity where doubts, anxiety & plights are reaped
Show me the locale where honeysuckles bloom,
where Valhalla provides wine, food, and bounty a plenty
where peace dwells, and love glistens
Reveal to me the path of least resistance,
where I can flourish and become your hero
-who saves you from Hades, and the fires of Medhir-
where I can feel at home and rest once more…
What sin did you commit to betray your own kind?
What perturbed your soul so deeply, that you scarred your beautiful skin?
Tell me my child, no whisper, who or what did this?
In which shade of the night did your nightmares came true?
Did they feel better? Torturing you until they remained and you fade?
As the blood drips of your shoulder, heart or soul?
What will it take for you to fade away, permanently?
Is there something you can grasp? Something that can save you?
Hold on tight, for the ride is not over…