Bring me back to sadness
Follow my path of grief
Walk me through those forests
Where diamonds are tears of leaves
Show me those ancient
places
Where Romans and Vikings met
Mirror me deathless faces
Who’s stones have not been set
Fetch me aging sagas
Tell me what once was told
Take me to living legends
Who’s honor has not been sold
Stroll with me through
meadows
Where grace springs from eternal soil
Rest beside tombstone shadows
Belit by everlasting oil
Upon
my journey of lament Sack my simple sum of grief Ask no further where I went My soul will drip from every leaf. |
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