The house calls me Lord
Shadows, my court so dull
Nostalgia up the steep stairs
While the steps become fewer
Searching, feeling, finding
Gray memories of my glory days
The dagger in the belt is sharpened The wings before my ear
All I can now hear
From the other side of death spark:
"Your sorrows flow, get to taste, get to stay"
Drive me to my limits & far beyondThe last leaves fall
There is rough terrain in suffering
The seasons of change speak
By rain mountain, shutter's cave
I only see the face of the moon...