I catch the embers that float amidst the dark
that bloomed like the death of a thousand eyes watching
unsung songs of the restless lark
the wind that unburied and killed the living
to hold and never be forgotten
the remnants of moments that breathe life into this husk
for a cyclic dream of neverending autumn
I catch the embers that float amidst the dark


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Aeguary, in the year 941 AF.