Hearth ablaze in thine wretched flame,
myn voice shaded with echoes of the past.
The hart yearns in desperation.
For what cannot be true.
Moirai swathe myn leechman finger.
I swayed with his shadow,
The footsteps ring in eclipsed time.
Myn perception gleamed with webs of
Scenes brought about from faraway lands
......
Hearth ablaze in thine wretched flame,
myn voice shaded with echoes of the past.
The hart yearns in desperation.
For what cannot be true.
Moirai swathe myn leechman finger.
I swayed with his shadow,
The footsteps ring in eclipsed time.
Myn perception gleamed with webs of
Scenes brought about from faraway lands
......