A leafless tree atop the tranquil mountain ledge,
These remnants of a joyous time,
A tombstone grieved by none –
Without a place to run
But in the secrets of the rime.

The voice of an Eternal, Silenced Knight
Was lost beneath the dying tide.
Gone is the song within the minstrel’s lyre –
Without a place to hide,
Was thrown into the pyre.

And what of me within this darkening realm?
Death has found each mortal vein,
Sorrow each broken thought –
This battle I have fought
Has left me dying in the rain.