Summer Funeral Under the Weeping Willow

Behold, what misfortune befalls my sight? Endless clouds upon the night I fear the cold, for it brings such misery I mourn the light, lest it never return to me Hark, what reverence I sing to the sun Endless cacophony heard by none I fear the dark, so to you I do beseech I mourn my life, lest it ever be out of reach Will you watch blackened skies Alone with me? Do you hear crestfallen voices In the night? Will you rest your weary eyes In this cold dusk? Do your fear you will never Wake again? Will you watch darkened tides Where none can see? Do you hear endless waves On the shore? Will you rest in the sands Of boundless time? Do you fear you will forever Be alone? Behold, what terrors plague my sleep Endless dark, devoid of peace I fear the night and the visions it brings I mourn my dreams, and the light they sing Hark, what cries I send to the void Endless hymns made annul I fear your voice, for it brings me hope I mourn my sight, and the sadness it beholds

Burdened weary traveler Adrift in the twilight Forever away from home Floating toward oblivion Bloodshot and restless eyes Behold descending skies A wretched curtain call The end of a former life Broken pallid spirit Reborn in the realm of ghosts Bearing the scars of life In this land of apathy Desperate and frantic cries Escape from mourning souls A shameful last resort To speak breath into the dead I am the ghost Who haunts your sleep I am the one The mourners grieve I am the light That snuffed itself I am the voice Just out of reach I am the tears You shed in vain I am the fear Of loneliness I am the dread You feel within I am the end Of all that is... ...I am death Saddened bitter specter Lost within the night Among the dying stars Reaching towards salvation Fatigued and scarring hands Caress the empty air A longing final grasp The end of what once was saved Lifeless dull-eyed wanderer Trapped beneath the waves Sinking ever lower Amidst the ghastly seas Hopeless and starved of dreams Witness a horrid end A tragic dreary demise And the willows mark her grave...