sing into the fire

it is our future but 'tis not an end
only a seperation poised against all the evil which has been
a weight and a pretense - the coming, as if water to a shore -
shall be the undoing of all that has been before

keep hold the memory for the hour grows late
for fear of nothing to remember but the last of our days
is there a new begining in the still of shade
or shall we linger, siezed with the worst of fate?

time, now it is no more
yet long distances await between the seconds
where all is falling snow
a sunrise and a journey to an answer
what you here could never know

across the bridges wilted planks
my heart sank only to rise again
innoncence never was and innoncence has never been
however, makes not life unprecious

yet this is war and it shall have its way
so here we meet to discuss final arrangments
our fate is sealed, we are dead -
best to strive against that which hides
and in every second still, sharpens it darkness across our towns
so here we plan our blow.

time is short but we must last
and we must one day bury our dead
for it was said, "let the dead bury the dead."