Reveal your way beneath
The barren soil to tread
The wintry sun to greet
A prayer to the dead
Within the human soul
As lonely as you are
No soothing death at all
An endless way instead...
The arid sun
will burn your grief
And anguish of the grave
and in the dusk
of wilderness
For restless life you crave....
Each His Own Wilderness
© Copyright: Арнор, 2008
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