Setting Sun
As I see her depart, my heart is heavy within me. I have lost before, one who is dear, to the same path. Nay, I have lost many before to the same doom.
They chose the rugged path over the hill.
I chose the long, ever stretching road.
They embraced the sun's warmth at the hill top; their faces forever blessed with light.
I have conversed with stars, wearied by the dull whispers of time. Their sun is not mine; she is lost.
Forlorn even in immortal lands, my face is forever cast in sorrow, my heart in grief.