Fast fading roses

Non-lingering words

Scythe be my instrument

Through dreams I now rage



No guidance is me offered

No forgiveness thee is promised

Now can distance be a factor

when engraved in me thou art?



Nourished by the soul my flame

shall serve to torch the earth



Denial serves me

Denial serves me right



That fire cannot burn

with flames of no origin

That star cannot bring guidance

without force or form



One is darkness

The other silence

Without silence the darkness

loses its splendour



Sweet bliss that sleep now giveth

tempt with forgetful night

Ever haunting that image within

swear to the answers denied