Weep not for I,
for I march alone,
across the plains
to the unknown.
Near the crater,
amongst the trees,
to a place which
will not freeze.
Dumb are these words,
in this strange verse,
for I say out loud,
this is my dearth.
Weep not for I,
for I march alone,
across the plains
to the unknown.
Near the crater,
amongst the trees,
to a place which
will not freeze.
Dumb are these words,
in this strange verse,
for I say out loud,
this is my dearth.