To Fall, to Fade, to Slip Away
To Yield a proud and voiceless soul,
To Fear, to Flee, to Stop the Day
Behind the darkling stars to shoal.
To seem less empty, wan, and dry,
To fill the void with endless night,
To tear the Sun out from the Sky,
And turn to dark the demon-light.
To cling unto the Book of Years,
To know that truth in darkness lies,
To wash the world with all my tears,
Behold the cure that blindness buys
To Weep, to Want, to Feel the Flame
To Give the World away and Run
To Make the Nations feel my Shame
And birth and blood bereaved to shun.
To call the night, the strength, the will,
To ride the roaring waves beyond,
To shout until the stars lie still,
Break asunder the sacred bond.
To cast aside the grief and fear,
To read the verses on the stone,
To send a storm through ether-sphere
And drink the lifespring from it thrown.
To Breathe, to Be, to Hold the Stars,
To Feel the Fire within your Palm,
To Bear the Blessed Burning Scars,
Beyond the Tempest feel the Calm.