Erewhile, all fade to grey,
Meanwhile, I fade away,
At once the silence bade,
Sat upon once to wade,
Follows a journey long,
I will do mine a bong,
Sounds the bell silent tolled,
My heart in angst once pulled,
Hears an echo within,
The darkness bode therein
Soothes my quiet soul: sings,
Too lone to notice: stings,
Who breathes a shallow air,
Who sighs words there to fare,
Walks away; thus too wet,
In him steps still be had,
Stopped soon ere he follow;
Of a loss so hollow.