A shadow walks, alone and free From mist it drifts, no eyes to see No one asks from where it came No voice calls out, no light, no name To my own grave, I lead my way Through shadows thick, no light of day With bitter taste, I drink my pain For poets, lost, must rise again So let me drink, a final breath To stain the sense of mourning’s depth For poets live where shadows gleam Their words, alive, a burning dream Where’s my gallows, end, or mark? Who sows salt on hands gone dark? My world has crumbled, dust and trace In mirrored eyes, I face my face Who stands there, cold within the glass Reflects my fear, my questions ask I'm an island lost in night No voice to soothe, no end in sight So let me drink, a final breath To stain the sense of mourning’s depth For poets live where shadows gleam Their words, alive, a burning dream I write you, verse, in letters stark Each line a sign, each word a mark In death, the echoes of stars fade As darkness calls, and I am swayed In silence deep, I close my cage With fragments from a bygone age I hear the words in whispers shout As night drives quiet nails throughout Death, a pause within my fate Ends my line, my voice abate Immortality brief and small But verse will rise, in dust, in all