Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink beneath the lake,
The shadows lengthen
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
I am going to get back to my writing.
UPDATE: JUST IN CASE THE LINK ABOVE WAS NOT CLEAR, I DID NOT WRITE THIS. I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO HAVE THE WRONG IMPRESSION.