Mysterious Entry

Crossed by the throne of Heaven, I took myself down to its early night. The clock was low over the mantle. I saw it but that twice. I felt the aching honor crossing, desperate devious plight. Heartache became the truth of me, and the shadow was a name. I knew for once, when hollow hills came to call with names, as gray as summer sun and bathing hearts. I saw forever what was truth and sorrow. I knew a name, an ancient name. Dark hearts named him in an age gone arcane. I saw his face carved from slate and a heart made from stone. I knew his name, He knew mine the same, but yet did not look twice, that would make ends, but watched from afar and never knew my face, yet he could feel my breath under my voice, and knew me such the same.