Summer bows and opens gates for autumn,
Tides of time turn days to foam.
Ancient heroes, hollowed and forgotten,
Wander far away from home.
'Tis a long and hard way down from heaven
And we're almost out of sand.
From the wings of a grey-feathered raven
Mist and haze pour on the land.
Hopes are spent, the sunshine is exhausted,
The horizon is ablaze.
Face the darkness in your quiet cloister,
Meet its stone-turning gaze.
As the eve of your defeat grows dimmer
Cling to those who choose to stay
Under trembling moonlight and starglimmer;
Live to fight another day.
Can you bring a flash of a new morning
Or some happiness to all?
Help us keep our sacred fire burning.
Long shall cindersnow fall.
26.06.10
Cindersnow
© Copyright: Дориан Лемэль, 2010
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