I am tired of this life
Joy has left
Hope has fled
Memories return to give pain in fair measure as they once gave happiness
A decision folds the future, taking what may have been and returning the walk to the edge of the shadows.
The past moulds what is, and what may be. But our actions, choices and omissions take us to where we find ourselves, at the start of the shadows.
The box of secrets is opened, trusted to another, its contents freed for a Time,
But closed tight again as the journey to the edge of the shadow begins.
Enter the shadows and the darkness seems deep, the traveller longs for the light of the past memories which still seemed so sweet
The shadows darken but the eyes and mind adapt, even believing that somehow the shadows might be but a darkening of the light. But the soul knows the truth, and fears the path the travellers must tread,
The soul knows the truth, the terrors of the shadows may be faced, the brave may stand, and the weak run but no man may stand or run from the true terrors, those he brings with him into the path of the shadows. The truth the soul knows wakes.
Even those that enter the shadows with the belief of love at their side are destined to be no more than those who enter alone, the truth the soul knows gathers.
But still hope survives, the memory of the light and the memories still bring some solace. But as the moon traces her path and the wheel turns even the memories turn against hope. And the truth the soul knows, watches.
Signs and portents come and go, we bend them to our dreams and desires, though the truth the soul knows sees through them all and builds its strengths.
The tears when they come water no flowers, quench no fires, but extinguish the light that exists in the shadows, and the truth the soul knows waits
The truth the soul knows, knows its quarry, and at the edge of the shadows it knows it’s time.
I am tired of this life
Joy has left
Hope has fled
And memories return to give pain in fair measure as they once gave happiness