Long the darkness of the night
When the risks to love are near
Long the day to live in regret
Short the memory of the deeds
That touch the dark of moon

Come the flowers of the morning
See your pollen drifting near
Close the dangers of the heat
As the scent of rot and dying
Near the living roots does hide

Whispered winds of frustration
Voices on the breezes carry
Messages of deathly futures
Rinsed by cold rains fresh deluge
Until it’s time is realized

Climb inside my earthly skin
Feel the dying torments scream
Dimmest futures call so softly
That the words are foggy fingers
Making sweaty dreadful touches

Cling to hope, your only ally
Tho’ alone that will not save you
All is certainly close to endings
Everything comes to closings
Late or soon your work is done