Years may pass, or days, or less
'Till silence finds a way
To seep through the masks you wear
Through faith, through fear
Into your sinking heart
Relief for some, or grief and sorrow
It hungers all the same
"What's borrowed can't be owned and what has been must always be"
Thus it reads in laws of empyrean
And how alone a soul can be
When faced with the humbling eclipse
Uncanny concord then precedes the dark
Alas, I have waited a lifetime
Perhaps you would be willing to answer me
Of all gods, you I've trusted alone
What Mountain showed me, I forgot
I leave my name before your door now
And by birthright I am owed this respite
I have played along, most faithful
Now promise me, old one
You who harbor souls uncounted
No memories will follow
None will haunt my bones
A thousand years would not suffice
If spent in the shadow of oblivion's jaws
So do your worst - devour all I was
And may you choke on it
Time betrayed you
Cursed be, Silence
My king's blood I forfeit to tame you
Join me, I beg
As I stand at the gates of Never
Nameless, blind and deaf, my journey I began
As chains and shells of old are broken by my fall
Countless suns conspired to contrive me
Mere ash and dust bore my soul
Time - In river violent, drowned to be baptized
Washed ashore, ghost with no purpose
I, divine creation
Walked the earth in wonder and awe
I walked with others, yet all alone
From whence I came I longed most to know
Then the stones gave way and revealed all
Called me "kin" and reminded
Of what lay deep inside, deeper still and then under
The dust that bears me faded as terrible light shun through and showed
As above, so below, within or without, the Silence remains in its grandeur
The only sentience, place and time that has been, all until now
All that is to come or is ever dreamed
When it comes
If you let it
Know it seeks to ferry the stranded
Know in life what it's gown veils
Know just death... and so... you shall have it
Gone, to sheer nothing, past with Null made one
What matters our creative endless toil
When, at a snatch, oblivion ends the coil
"It is by-gone" - How shall this riddle run
As good as if things never had begun
Yet circle back, existence to possess
I'd rather have Eternal Emptiness
