The Coming End

Shooting off into morning
Dreaming out from the deep
Restless skies with a warning
Tempted falling star
Clawing down heaven's veil to see

Wings furling
Worlds changing
Coils in ancient rhymes
Seas warring
I know the end is coming
The arc of this life
Parts with time

Mist-veiled summits turn to grieving
Fall to chasms in the fields
From the clouds' anguished weeping
A consoling psalm echoes through leaden grey
Stirring gleams

Wings furling
Worlds changing
Coils in ancient rhymes
Seas warring
I know the end is coming
The arc of this life
Parts with time

No absolution in the mud and rain
A wilderness of mind
Changing all the time
Sure, one reaps as one does sow
And I can only hope for better yield
When it is I who is given to the Earth
Bitter failings this far into the game
Lost to embattled souls screaming for light
Let them have us, let them reign

Wings furling
Worlds changing
Coils in ancient rhymes
Seas warring
I know the end is coming
The arc of this life
Parts with time"