Open fields
And barren lands.
Vacant minds, tired souls,
Reaching into the void,
Bearer of bad news.
Let the minstrel sing
Till the wake of dawn.
Spirit, broken,
Soul unquenchable.
As morning light shines,
The darkness within grows.
Sorrow is silent
This song, dire.
Only from your eyes,
Like a river,
These tears will flow.
Abandoned, lost,
Forgotten, forlorn.
Donned in radiant white
Yet the heart, black as coal.
Strip the world of this illusion,
Be consumed by the fire,
*Fear not the truth.