Winter has fallen on the garden that grew,
a song to the dead is all that is left,
the flowers wilting, the petals falling,
all you can hear is the lost souls crying and calling.
Over time even that fades, as memories die, and we forget
About all the people we loved, and the beauty we wed.
Lost in the void of all that is gone,
Forgetting the words or even the heart of the song
We are gone now, that is all that is left,
There are no more swordsman to carry on this debt,
The land hasn't been quenched of the blood that it needs, so now it is dying,
and our souls can never be free. We lost what we loved, what we need, what we saw
But it is gone, lost and gone.
I alone still clench my sword, covered in rust, always dull, but I hold it all,
Last of my kind alone in the breeze, I hope I could remember but my thoughts fade and I
can never be free.
~
Groompah







