From the Ashes of Our Sorrow

Now far from those with whom I share the quest

In a solitary scene I pace the days

And wander in a state of soul unrest

Uncertain in a dull and gathering haze.

It seems the spirit cannot overcome

The human heart's propensity for grief

For all the mental faculties are numb

And I founder on a godforsaken reef.

Although safe passage looms the will is weak

The exit wounds of centuries I feel

From arrogant unconsciousness to meek

Subservience upon my being's seal.

I have seen the great sarcophagi of kings

In darkened naves where stained glass marries dust,

In the great cathedral solitary rings

The silver bell among the few who trust

As I, aware that darkest night must flee

When on the far horizon of the morn

The light returns that is or destiny

From the ashes of our sorrow rise reborn.