Silent, weeping, no one in sight
Pain, not fleeting, an eternal blight
Sorrow utter forth ne'er a sound
It lingers like the dew upon the ground

Silent, bleeding, yet does not bleed out
Searching, seeking, when worthless in doubt
Sorrow utter forth ne'er a sound
It lingers like dust upon the ground

Silent, bleeding, no one should care
No longer seeking what was never there
Sorrow utter forth ne'er a sound
Fool's gold is the treasure some found

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Ero, in the year 923 AF.