Once made, there is
one more Immortal
walking and stalking
the living and dying

Stars and moon their heavenly light
darkness home eternal flight
Never may they greet the Sun
t'would burn them til they are undone

But how to staunch this fascination
I'm drawn into their alienation
Wantonly they make their rules
and see mere humans as the fools

They witness cycling of the eras
perspective lasting ages
With wisdom that is thus accrued
they are akin to sages

Yet we have what they need to thrive
the blood that keeps us all alive
Though weak and vulnerable we are whole
Immortals sadly lack a soul