Across the Shadows, Athwart the Dark

While we all fallen, asleep words collasped, howling and weep Minutes losing, to the night so glory, even shadows are divine. The shadows of the dying moon Reminiscing, the time of Rune, too close, too soon. The fire of the dying sun Sing the song that be unsung. The life of a dying man Often regret and reject of time unwisely spend. Across the shadows, athwart the dark. Last thing I saw, was the hope in your birthmark. Against the stream, into the woods. Owls hooting, trees whispering, lasting like they should. At the gate of sleep, one last time Hear the weep, like bells chime. Harrowing years come and gone, beware. The fall of new beginning, happens from those who never care.