In the time of things past....ideals blown away..respect and honor, toys
of yesterday..

Life burns, drawing near..where is the love now..to take pain from its
sear?

Lost, lost, all left now is the wayward sin, bringing us back to
darkness again. When will the hurt end? My torn heart was there before,
days back lost in lore..love was there, happyness too..and now its gone,
without you.

And now i walk, away from day, across the freezing deadly way..dreams of
past, hopes that last...remembering you again at last..

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Bellum, in the year 431 AD.