Hope’s Flame Burns Low
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Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Jun 22, 2026
On fleetest wings flies the mortal soul From winter’s chill into homely halls Great is the storm, fragile is the candle The night is falling - few are they who truly see the dawn Life's flame burns low Smoke drapes the embers Where the Lethe flows No man remembers In the embrace of a shroud of weeds Headstones effaced by the centuries Sad epitaphs, how they whisper through the ivy The night is falling – restless is the sand within the glass Bones turn to dust In soil once sanctified Ironwork to rust Bright faces petrified Hope's flame burns low Smoke drapes the embers Where the Lethe flows No powers venture As the twilight yields to darkness As mountains turn to sand Like the mindless march of entropy The river finds the sea O father Aion cradle me In thy beneficent arms Hark not to Chronos calling thee With voice venefic and fell There is a distant truth to seek Beyond the waters of death
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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