Bryan Riley - An Ending

The magic is gone
The song is done
I am as old as
the world is cold
and greyness and
shadow pursue me
wherever I go

All warmth has flown
The sun is down
I am not wooden,
nor made of stone
- a wounded animal,
flesh and bone;
and wrought of such,
I feel the pain of the
lance and the twist of
the blade once again

My life runs before me
and I, out of breath,
am trying to catch it
before it is spent

Too cold
Too dark
Too empty
Too late...

And as the last light
fades from my eyes
and my time on this
earth is all but done...
I cry out to you from
the depths of my soul
but you hear me not,
for the magic is gone

Bryan Riley

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