What was to come remains so far unclear
When frozen seems the emptiness above
No pains of hate, no throes of utmost fear
And only coals of once burning love.
And what to be? all nothingness I swallow
And rest upon my path towards the grave.
Another step, and no one is to follow
A step again, and not a one to save.
The trees long dead beside the barren road
Like traces of the horrid past I fled
I carry on my everlasting load
Wherever lands of promise might be spread
The Path
© Copyright: Арнор, 2008
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