A clarion silence

Your shadow belittles me
Mask of the Sun
Turning here, burns my eyes
Now, in the night.

Vision looms in her light
She floats upon the storm
Raise her hand, and down again
'Alas, thou art mine!'

With poison song she tempts me
Towards her well of fear
She tells me 'Drink for your mercy'
'Sup the water of my soul'....

Now, I see the silver light inside me
I start to wilt, and fall...
A broken prayer, I say
To the faithless departed
And, for her mercy I crave...

A moment for me to see
A clarion silence deafens me
As cautious approach to water
Sinks further doubts within my soul

There will be...
No peace...
Tonight,
As I die...