Lament - Solitude Aeturnus

A world turning

In opposite direction

Bells toll of my lament

Skies not blue

Rain on the path

I wander

Empty and alone

Never looking up

Mo not sad — just hollow

Each breath gone

Expelling life from myself

Closer to ash

Speak to me of beauty

— Maneuver with grace

Enter my thoughts with light

— Maneuver with grace

Waking from nightmares

A life of repeat

We continue on

Straight to the end

And all I need

— is what I need

— to breath of my Soul