Friday, April 27, 2007

Mortality

Crumbled castles with rusted thrones
In the fallen ruins that remain
The vines of time entwine shattered stones
Mortal hands are powerless to change

In the fallen ruins that remain
A shallow shadow is left behind
Mortal hands are powerless to change
The finality of mortality is unkind

The vines of time entwine shattered stones
And crumbled castles with rusted thrones

1 comment:

Will Lecorchick said...

Aww that was for Pookabell. It's sad thinking about her.