Quivering thunder of your ending heart,
an echo of love soon to be hollow.
We, once hearth, like embers pulled, die apart.
Like moonrise anew, your growing pallor,
confessing whisper ends futile revolt.
Strength, droughting river and life now harrow.
an echo of love soon to be hollow.
We, once hearth, like embers pulled, die apart.
Like moonrise anew, your growing pallor,
confessing whisper ends futile revolt.
Strength, droughting river and life now harrow.
