5.Sorrowful Journey of the Ages
The sky is clearing
an empty light falls
where darkness will allow
that even flesh can feel.
Blood of posthumous splendor
condemned to fall unknown.
Nothing can now behold
what died then.
As the legends
are no longer told.
As the songs
are no longer sung.
As the wisdoms
are forgotten.
As the paths join the forest.
Trees remember and mountains recall.
Yet minds cannot behold
That darkness lies buried there.
As the legends
are no longer told.
As the songs
are no longer sung.
As the wisdoms
are forgotten.
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