Alas You'll Be Mine

Fallen splinters of broken class
To witness the visions of the past
Footsteps written like fables
Etched across the tables

Passage be my empty hand
Within the hope you’ll understand

One thing is certain beneath the hue
To this my heart I must be true

For sheltered, and faint of heart
Beside the passage of tears impart

Speckled be thy light I see
Beneath the dawn on bended knee

Praise you‘ll be thy gentle light
Alas you’ll be mine, eternal night

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