Skyfall
"I've felt such span of years and worlds
but face the rest uncertainly
Wandring wastes of unfinished futures, I know,
And am what I must be"
Who are the singers?
Were is the song?
Who knows what things must come,
Among the million things that may?
A prophet, staring guiltily at the end of days
His skin stained grey by darkest shadows
By their presence, they are unbound
Among the stars where the world goes round:
Must the seer see their fate?
See the world rent by lust and hate?
And know that hope's the curelest of all
Fearing, as she does, herself after the fall?
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