Wash the Past

The end of erternity

That is all I ask

And that equals everything

To wash away the past

The night whispers silent

Like the stillness of winter

Footsteps echo

Icefall, shatter, splinter

Awaiting your word

Releasing your breath

Under crushed frame

Now you taste of death

He is ready to accept you are gone

While as for me?

It’s gone on too long

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