The Time Coming


I’m sorry you’re dead,
but I’m living now.
I know what was said;
I’ll not break my vow.

So rest, weary soul,
for I won’t forget
that I’ll play a roll
ere time is reset.

The sand, it must fall,
and surely, it’s soon,
the knell and the pall,
the dark, dying moon:

The end of the world
when death and the grave
have finally unfurled
what madmen now rave:

I’ll draw the old sword;
I’ll stand for the light;
I’ll speak the true word;
I’ll join in the fight.

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