Requiem

Snared within the lure of flames

Serving neither Dark nor Light

Wrapped within the chill unending

Seeing all with purest sight

Never to see day once more

Never to see star or rain

By the choice no man can sever

To repeat, to turn again.

Each time gone, the promise spoken:

“This your choice. This your own.”

But the oath can ne’er be broken

Bound to flesh and blood and bone.

Snatched beyond the wasted land

To a lonesome, boundless height

Stretching out an empty hand –

Seeing with unclouded sight.