Old Lives
Click to viewFather, Father, can you tell me where the hours go? Where time flows?
It is written in the stars upon the Milky Way. We must burn bright Before we fade away.
Mother, Mother, can you tell me where the fire goes? When the flames cease?
From the ashes, to the astral plane. Where the setting sun meets the sea, Brendan.
I live by the river where the Old Gods still dream of inner communion with the open sea.
Through the eye of the hunter in search of a prey, neither beast nor human in my philosophy.
If you don't recognize me well it's simply because I've outgrown these old clothes.
Time to move on.
For you and I will outlive the masks life gave us when this shadow play comes to a close.