Trisheros
Trisheros
In the darkness of the past,
Where the time stops,
He steps on the road
Unreliable
Of search for the dead,
And he finds them
Beggins for peace of mind
And quiet around them.
They weep
And they try to forget
Their mortal existence
But they can't -
Mnemosyne is powerful
And she's always around.
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