I stand before the fall
the days are floating past
not even stirring
the threads of memory
The madness is the weal of life, I understand.
I live for I set free thyself from mind
I raise my hands
I spread my wings
For my last flight from the rock of all doomed.
The age has come to end but I still live
For I am nought.
Thy name is lost in darkness
where only shadows may read it on the gates of time.
The sand of life streams through my fingers
My cry could have broken the yarn of heaven
But words untold smother my breath.
I can do nothing I laugh to death...