ENDLESS
Through the door of endless time,
We fall beyond the burning sky,
Like clouds that ever sink behind,
The crimson horizon's fading line.
The blackness taking over,
Seemingly endless in time,
Nothingness surrounding us,
Emptiness feels the night.
Darkness hiding our fears,
We fall into it with grace,
Accepting it with pleasure,
Hiding there safe and secure.
First verse by Lyle Steadham (Solitude Aeturnus)
Last verses by Nancy 12/19/96
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