To the world I loved,
Nameless figures stand still amidst a sullen scene of frozen light,
darkened faces reflect off empty screens still humming- now fading,
what has the world come to?
Didn't you see this coming? you killed the gods and forged your story, but light is siphoned from this facade.
harmony in entropy, light into oblivion, forgotten recollection, forgotten friends and lives lost, lost and gone,
-i have heard it-
who will be the last voice?
-perhaps you too-
didnt you hear it? in the background of each accomplishment? -the last voice crying in the depths-
it cries and sobs and lost are the words that comfort it.
for the lost is what we are when memory falls like a comet to air.
how far did adventure fling you and where did you land? gravitas. all the foes and follies, the mistakes, amicitias. the bitter mistakes we made, pietas. but the things we stood for and that we carried on, are they to be lost as well? nostrae beneficii caelum tuum donate.
where did your changes happen? anima meii.
did you ever stop beneath a tree in la theine, errant knight
or sit upon the shores of valkurm watching the stars cascade slowly across the sky, gazing eyes,
are our relationships meaningless or just some sad little story to be serenaded with the piano requiem for this dream?
the pandemonium of the battlefield that arose across the lands
is silent. gods, demons, good, evil, light and dark, the yin and yang all fade in umbra
recollection of our thoughts is all in chaos now. entropy and loss, oh the loss we lose and lose never regain what really matters at its end now falls apart. dies irae dies irae quo vadis terminus?
why did it happen that way? dies irae dies irae
why did loss consume?
who will hear the last voice crying?
-the sky is dark in sinewy shadow-
final is its fleeting light, all that we held
remember all that we held.
ex anima ad caelum