Closing Words

What solemnity can be found in this death?

A traitor's smile, the honour of betrayal

How comfort could be found in the dreariest of nights?
What solace for guilt-driven mind, tarnished heart?
Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless dark
In maelstrom of despair dimming each other's shine

And half of his blood runs like mine
Kindred spirit to me
But the gleam in his eyes
Remind of the one who's gone forever

When dreams carry me past this life
to thin shrouding mist
I rest in silence, in place lifeless and desolate

Long are midwinter's nights as the will to live has died
Evanescent the unwarming light, evoking memories of life
Of the life long lost, buried in ashes of love and joy
Buried in ashes of love and joy

And half of his blood bleeds like mine
Kindred spirit, yet free
But the gleam in his eyes
Abates for my guilt, shackles him too

What sublimity can be found in this love?

Weakling's trust, the moral of deceiver

There's no future for a son under this burden of grief
No leading to walk aside this tormented ghost
Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless dark
In maelstrom of despair, father suppressing the only shine

As the end is slowly looming
our paths must now diverge
Pressure slowly easing
shackles unchained, uplifting

Beyond many a weary league
Where dimming light gives birth to evening stars

At the treelines of distant, devouring woods
Awaits my demons
embodying this longing

Better to sleep now on stranger's porch
Find our home on foreign soil
Brighter the sun to a forsaken child
than to a father in despair

Disencumbered from this grief
with the most cruel way
Deserted to be alone
abandoned to be free