Father son, My feet follow the inevitable Road But blocked by a big wall A mirror on that wall shows No face, no paths: The white veil covers it Between past and future Dark sun rises Dark night leaves Shine, light son. Amen
Amen ho, Dark Son
father once told "we are memories and hope" as our shadows grow old we trade doubt for stone there is no room for hope in the road to doom and indeed we walk this highway there is nowhere to flee and you may pray but no one will hear your plea amen