The fall of an age,
Drowning in the blood of sorrows,
The fluttering gossamer,
silently laughing at your fate.
Whispers, whispers of the deceased,
Calling your soul, grasping at
you with nonexistent fingers,
Bearing you away,
away from me.
Leaving me bereft of hope, of life.
Leaving me with grief, only the haunting echoes
remain.
There's nothing, nothing but
me and your fall.
I shed no tears, no
diamonds of loss.
For now, there is only darkness.
