[?7hObituary of a Passion


The sun sinks low, its light a line
Against the darkling sky.
The wind, it speaks in sobs to me
As it swirls and eddies by.
A time gone by now hearkens me,
My memories draw nigh.

My thoughts, they speak of happier days
Upon this lonesome plain.
Yet she with whom I shared those days,
Will ne'er be mine again.

We two these very pathways trod,
Our hearts and souls as one.
We swore those days would never end
As long as time did run.

Yet Time has wrought his cruelest fate,
And little did I know,
For two months later she is gone
Where mortals dare not go.

Yes, once these fields were green for me,
Not now, and nevermore.
For now the winds of winter blast
Across this frozen moor.
My world will never know again
The love it knew before.

-Crow
-HAiL