Unhalig - [2010] Unholy - 05 - Hallowed

And when night fell again, I spoke to them
Those hallowed woods where nothing ever dies:

"If you could speak to dying men,
Would you boast, deathless,
Mock their mortality?
That brief speck in the line of time?

"If you could hold their desperate gaze,
As they stumbled in their weakness,
Would you laugh? Roar, as they cried,
As their last feeble breath left them?

"Confer on me your immortality!
Speak to me with words eternal true!
You sentinels, who once and always are!
Whatever time has always meant is you!"

The woods gave no reply, but from afar,
I saw the last gleam of a dying star.

- November 2009