In the darkness something’s lost,
It was broken with the frost.
In the mountains an echo rings,
Calling to forgotten things.
On the wind the whisper sighs,
And a shadow, falling, dies.
In the weeping of the rain,
A high wail goes up again.
In the silence of the night,
He searches without a light,
To find everything he's sought
In the world that he forgot.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 3:40 AM UTC
In the darkness something’s lost,
It was broken with the frost.
In the mountains an echo rings,
Calling to forgotten things.
On the wind the whisper sighs,
And a shadow, falling, dies.
In the weeping of the rain,
A high wail goes up again.
In the silence of the night,
He searches without a light,
To find everything he's sought
In the world that he forgot.
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