Hope’s Flame Burns Low
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On fleetest wings flies the mortal soul <br/> From winter’s chill into homely halls <br/> Great is the storm, fragile is the candle <br/> The night is falling - few are they who truly see the dawn <br/> <br/> Life's flame burns low <br/> Smoke drapes the embers <br/> Where the Lethe flows <br/> No man remembers <br/> <br/> In the embrace of a shroud of weeds <br/> Headstones effaced by the centuries <br/> Sad epitaphs, how they whisper through the ivy <br/> The night is falling – restless is the sand within the glass <br/> <br/> Bones turn to dust <br/> In soil once sanctified <br/> Ironwork to rust <br/> Bright faces petrified <br/> <br/> Hope's flame burns low <br/> Smoke drapes the embers <br/> Where the Lethe flows <br/> No powers venture <br/> <br/> As the twilight yields to darkness <br/> As mountains turn to sand <br/> Like the mindless march of entropy <br/> The river finds the sea <br/> <br/> O father Aion cradle me <br/> In thy beneficent arms <br/> Hark not to Chronos calling thee <br/> With voice venefic and fell <br/> There is a distant truth to seek <br/> Beyond the waters of death
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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