End of the Reign of Frost
Time refracts the darkness
In the plane of moving song,
As entities unfold
Beneath the echos of the dawn.
A ghost without a spirit,
And a mem'ry without fear.
A light without a meaning
As we slowly disappear.
Fallen in abyss,
As reason maddens into sound,
The air around me groaning
With the voices of the ground.
I am alone, and am aware
Of isolation's depth,
For I have often felt the grasping,
Cold fingers of death.
Wrapped around my neck
There is no noose of mine own make;
No talisman of glory
And no chain for beauty's sake.
I wear only a symbol
Of the one thing I hold dear,
A locket with the words inside:
"Dear friend, the end is near."
Oh, ending how I long for you,
Awaiting every scream.
The fear of death, undying shame,
Regret for where we've been...
These things escape my knowledge,
For I have no fear or dread.
You see, it is not death awaited-
Just a place to lay my head.
---Ben Morse Jr, 2010
In the plane of moving song,
As entities unfold
Beneath the echos of the dawn.
A ghost without a spirit,
And a mem'ry without fear.
A light without a meaning
As we slowly disappear.
Fallen in abyss,
As reason maddens into sound,
The air around me groaning
With the voices of the ground.
I am alone, and am aware
Of isolation's depth,
For I have often felt the grasping,
Cold fingers of death.
Wrapped around my neck
There is no noose of mine own make;
No talisman of glory
And no chain for beauty's sake.
I wear only a symbol
Of the one thing I hold dear,
A locket with the words inside:
"Dear friend, the end is near."
Oh, ending how I long for you,
Awaiting every scream.
The fear of death, undying shame,
Regret for where we've been...
These things escape my knowledge,
For I have no fear or dread.
You see, it is not death awaited-
Just a place to lay my head.
---Ben Morse Jr, 2010