Spirit of the Abandoned

Through a forgotten realm,
 An endless path of sorrow.
 A season of darkness,
 Among the shadows,
 I walk alone,
 In desperation I am bleeding,
 The cold winter of my soul.
 Painted,
 Towards,
 The dying,
 Sun,
 This land,
 Of eternal,
 Desolation,
 Abandoned by ancient wisdoms,
 Once a glorious,
 Entity,
 Now embraced,
 By silence,
 I feel,
 So,
 Cold.
 My hope is fading away,
 Emptiness covering,
 My body.
 Here I lay gazing the weeping moon,
 In the darkest skies,
 So alone,
 Alone.
 If only I could,
 Feel her embrace,
 Before I enter,
 The world,
 Beyond,
 Sinking into eternal,
 Sleep,
 Oh my bleeding,
 Soul.
 Sinking,
 Into,
 The,
 Obscure,
 Away,
 From a,
 Tragic,
 Existance,
 Hear my,
 Cry,
 As I,
 Die.