Marrow Lost
The world somehow faltered, when she went away
All the bright allure began to go to grey.
From dawns’ firsts breaths to darkened gloamings
No solace found, in midnight roamings
She walks no more with a mortal’s stride
Just a shadow now, on the moon’s tide
Silent are the mountain hollows, and empty stand the trails
No hoofbeats echo long, to race the rushing gales
Fallow lie the fields and lanes, and haunted are the glens
The world now seen always, through a shattered lens
She walks no more with a mortal’s stride
Just a shadow now, on the moon’s tide
A void remains within, where once she held much sway
A dark forsaken corner, in a heart so fey
Always will it be, the soul against long sorrow
Sundered from the pneuma, of her closest marrow
