Winds shifting around you
as you stumble through
the wasteland cursed
by those you thought loved you,
no heaven any longer.
No light, no joy,
with the man by your side
on this now cold earth.

Far cry from the glittering
spires on spires and bridges
of crystal-spun silver
of your past, the past you gave up
unknowingly, to move forward.
Now trapped in the Ineffable,
wandering, searching,
trying to avoid a former friend,
whose embrace is now forever.

The one you loved led you here,
to this pit of mortality and despair,
to this never-ending flight from loss,
to this, to this.
Because you would not yield,
would not give up,
would damn yourself to keep it going,
rather than lose it all for him.

But now, you look back and curse yourself,
Surely it was not to be thus?
What have your foolish actions
Caused, so much pain, so much grief,
So much death.

You look forward with the eyes
that are not yours:
the Seeing, the Knowing...
Death is waiting at the end for you,
his black wings opening for the embrace
of shadow and darkness,
rich and deep with the blackness of Sheol.

You were once high in the heavens,
a shining star, a blessed light.
Now you have descended into shadow,
and shall your light ever return,
He who gave himself to the darkness for you?
Shall the dark burn bright in his coming,
or shall you turn him away again,
lost in the shadows of your mind
and bitter, bitter mortality?