Passing Shadows

Mors Syphilitica

Compositor: Não Disponível

At my feet
The shadows passed me
To walk with the cold
Wind and mind
That evening
Those silver thoughts
With a touch they would
Float to heaven
A voice heard at my side
"A dream in this lonely
Place?"
Not of doubt
No one stood
To speak those words again
With all the hope
This should seem no mystery