Never to Return...

Breath of the Past

warms man's neck

grasp of a Dark Friend

points to distant shore's wreck

Eye's light soft dimming

this spectre's frame

his charges still clinging

mention your name

without turning give glare

hand, finger and bone

off worn shoulder

be not cast forlorn

Who is this messenger

in the night

a parchment remnant  

of Holy Rite

Who is this entity

within my soul

who foresees destiny's

unseen scroll

But God Himself

my rigors abate

to set once more

a sinner's fate

for deep chasm

and void are placed

for what once was

is now erased

He has set mountain path

daylight clear

The Wise King's Realm

steps draw near

for from that past

distant shore to spurn

one must accept His Grace
Never to return...


(Art - Dallas Bromley - Distant shores of being)