Mirririth Flanelath.
When the last light falls, and the dream goes out.
You dwell at last in the twilight hour.
Not awake nor asleep, but held between
Not alive or dead, but lost unseen
You wish for the dream to return once more
You hope for the light to come back to your life.
But that place is gone, and no place remains.
Nothing beyond the shadow and night.
Darkness offers its hand seductive and sweet.
To grasp at your neck and to take hold of your breath
A promise of dreams more raged than before
Go on, give in and open the door.
With no other choice the offer is easy,
Yet what lies beyond is no longer home.
An evil and chaos of desperate pain
A remembrance twisted to hurt you again
I shall not go back nor bring any tale
of the last days of night and the chill in the vale
I shall not give song to the things that remain
Nor tell any story nor go their again.