Cemetery Of Scream - I. Time Is Shadow Lyrics
The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereofThis is the end of every song man singsThe golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain :Bitter as warmwood, and as salt as painAnd hope health have gone the way of loveInto the drear oblivion of lost thingsGhosts go along with us until the end:This was a mistress; this, perhaps, a friend...With pale, indifferent eyes we sit and waitFor the dropt curtain and the closing gateThis is the end of every song man singsJames Elroy Flecker