Stingher / Alone

When dusk is the most solemn

When clouds do shine bright

Melancholic them I sight

And remain with a mournful eye

Sadly staying, is it maybe

My verse that weeps so mild

Like a storm on oceans far

A sign of a sooner death?

With autumn approaching

Could I be the leaf carried by winds

And finally falling down

Already being forgotten?

When dusk breeds utmost

When clouds do shine bright

Melancholic them I sight

My eyes bitterness host

When dusk is the most solemn

Oceans mirros in the moonlore

Splenetic and lonely shore

My heart sad anthems hosts