In Absence

Through the journeys I have foreseen, Not an answer To be found. And through the times I have waited through, Not besides itself Had phased me. Along the roads One shall travel Through trials Unresolved. As mortality with Sickle and stone Shall take those Beside me Its horse in reigns Ever comforting To those Without mercy As soon Absence shall arise From what had once Been time of suffering Yet afar One believes to run To avoid Such destiny War had been waged Against the inevitable; A force ever Threatening How polite of it To resume after myself, As its realm continues, In absence.