| "Through blood and thorns I wandered, | |
| Freezing, aching, bound for a ruined cathedral below. | |
| All is dead, look! Only rust, and debris, | |
| And shells of stone remain, drowning in ashes, a | |
| S if we had never been. Everyone I had ever known. | |
| Everyone I'd ever meet. | |
| Everyone I ever loved. | |
| Gone with the centuries, lost under a sea of ashes." | |
| Only now when every chance | |
| To belong | |
| Is bitterly gone | |
| I feel I do | |
| For the very first time | |
| I understand | |
| The gift we had | |
| Now forever gone | |
| All I ever knew lie dead | |
| And their epitaphs the ashes guard | |
| Must I live to mourn the world | |
| Or find reunion once the ashes part | |
| For I am chosen | |
| To speak | |
| At the open grave | |
| Of each and everyone | |
| How can I mourn | |
| For every man? | |
| May I soon | |
| Lie with them | |
| [Qorban:] | |
| "How can I go on, when all I have is a grave? | |
| When one place is as good as another, | |
| To lie down and belatedly join where I belong. Let it end here, with me." | |
| This unearthly knell | |
| A deadly gale, or | |
| A grace of life? |
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