Tireless I faced my way

The flames still burned

To see the stars and dales

My heart still yearned for

Surrounded by bleakness

Osseous trees seemen to

Seize the silence

A plain of ruins

winds of dust tried to enshroud

All Remembrance

A doleful figure cowered

At the heart of this wasted lands

his bowed head a mere skull

the yield of dust in his hands

" I dwell beyond all fear

and here in my liefeless claw

shall grow your given seed

the everlasting flaw "

On the ground of his eyes I

saw a child drowned in fear

In the deep he beheld the airy play

Of those who can fly while

fear turned into hate

Woe betide him and his tainted eyes

Seeds of despair won`t grow with tears of dust

So I left this wilted man and his vale of woe

To Resume my own path of dole