It came! It came!

 the world is cold and dark

it drags in from its cigarette

the tilted, tiled tempting

of disassociated time

and though it's all progressing

steadily on its way

there is no mistaking

the darkness in its wake

so stand and be remembered

for all you have endured

the quiet of your wandering

the sharpness of the sword

for all you were is present

and all will be restored

when someday we, the waiting

recount it all in the end

yes, stand here, now delivered

from the darkness and the death

the trials, tribulations

the burden you have left

and know your lilting story

will be forever sung

as it was in the beginning

once it had just begun