To Mathias

 

The sands of time embrace you
Never again shall you raise breath
Over the land of the living.


You will pass into the night
A mere shadow of my memory
Into the oblivion where we all must go:
You went into it  too soon.


If it had not been for you
Then surely I would have died
But you fell into the darkness
Leaving me the  ghost of a lover.


A lost child on this barren land
Eyes so cold from sorrow
Lord, protect my fallen love
From passing from eternal light

 

The Shrine

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