2/11/200312.28 a.m.

"Living Mem’ry"

A many shaded thing, sifted like sand

Separated and drying sands of time

Weaving and rolling, water in her hand

A rainforest glen to a desert clime

It is the same with ev’ry living thing

Each will walk through the darkened veil of night

They must hear the Dark Mistress’s voice sing

All breathing things must succumb to her might

Listen, enthrall’d, to her darkly sweet song

Follow the echoes, hold on to a friend

Enter the glen that you’ve known all along

Embrace Lady Death, for this is the end

A drowning man does not die silently

Hold tight to the past, your living mem’ry