Karma

And as they say, grief is only able to possess

The rotting body clad in ancient clothes

Is left behind with awave of the hand

I have gone away, the bed is cold and empty

Trees bend their boughs toward the earth

And nighttime birds float as black faces

It was the hand reaching out through the mirror

Unknown and scarred by life the luring eyes, you had neverseen

You have nothing more to find, you have nothing more to loose

The cold season drifts over the land

They huddle in the brown corners, some would settle for less

The castles were all empty, asleep, long awaiting their king

Beckoning round the bend

Amidst the forest one would hear that I had been there

Draped within a fate I could not change, and always welcoming Winter's Epilogue