Words and images no longer come forth
Ashes of the forgotten realm are cold
All the ruins overgrown but unseen
Unfelt by the dying, ravaged mind
Lost are the dreamwoods of north
Of which the ancient visions told
Scars in the eyes prevent from seeing
Another moon rise over the snowfields
Blasted heaths and unknown graveyards
All the memories of old are now gone
Still dredging through a morass of woes
But without a vision, without dreams
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