Silence fills the empty grave,
now that I have gone.
But my mind is not at rest,
for questions linger on.
It all seems so much murkier,
now that you have come;
Bodies floating to the Pale,
swaying to Its dark drum.
Longing spirits we still endure,
far past the Pale's gentle shores.
Lest we be the forgotten casualties,
of the fickle heart's fiery wars.
Across all the bleak cold void,
tumulus-perched love clings past.
All enthralled in the familiar
binds of questions unasked.
For my mind is no longer at rest,
the stars no longer shine.
Where shall we wander,
when your mind is joined with mine?
The hollow sky is dark,
only oily blackness of the tomb.
We sail on shattered ships,
far from our planetary womb.
Still we lie under broken moons,
afraid of time and our end.
Yet we fight with tooth and nail,
for something more than friends.
Silence fills the empty grave,
now that I have gone.
But my heart is not at rest,
for love still lingers on.
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