Hark! Whence chant of thine Starlit frames Tunes witheld the same That oceans strive Through this time Falling for our dying grace Fading sunset paints a woodlands face As weather bleak as ever Shows its form to be mine As darkness falls Through the never And wherever light may follow Its still hollow Grey Void lies still in the morning Grey is face of each day Evening stares to you frozen Night will kill you one more time Every moment you are closer to the end Curtains stay shut forever Some have said it is like pain Colours fade and their meaning Is like life itself No reason to think or do anything You are closer to the end every moment See your blood flowing free from your heart Forming beautiful pond And you smile for last time
witheld, closer, grey, woodland, moment