Remain In Past

Death has shrouded my love

Buried it deep in this town's cold,

It flows around smothering my breath

I hear it in the sound of falling snow.

Night long laments of my soul

Echo in refuge of a hollowed haven,

Evenings spent praying to forbidden grace

But no star appeared to follow.

Of times that are buried under flowers,

The petals parched grow at every street 

The town has dressed as mourning

Like a shadow wing that follows me.

Shameless in its span, the moonshine

Shines on two dead eyes, stealing glim

From what once was just as alive as 

The night that shall go on ceaselessly.

I hear the moonlight sigh and whisper--

"Don't go digging up graves tonight"

(Whilst it rejoices the scenery of dark

Illuminating grey stone on cold arms.)

"My light falls on budding Red Flares

By the morrow, it will be a virtuous bloom,

Now is time to part with monochrome," 

(Then why do you shine on death's lair?)

"My law is to shine for those who will

To pass the night and travel beyond.

My light beams hope and assurance,

Heedless of those who can never return."

"The endless night has come to end

Unknown is the name of a dead man

What has become death is past now

Let the dead remain in past alone."