The Sorrow

[LeiwoUnion]

We come as the weary,
we leave as the weary,
for weary we are, and we are many.

The travel through the spheres,
to the meeting with the grandfather.
No Love, no Light was found,
only the silent mausoleum of The Sorrow.

The meeting with the father came and went.
There was no sign of the legacy of the mother.
The father grew silent, his spirit gone in the wind.
In the stillness of the empty house,
only the sound of The Sorrow
whispered in the silent corners.

In the meeting with the son,
the father's spirit burning in his chest,
the pendulum swung on its predictable course.
No memory of the past remained.
The path was already paved,
The Sorrow was already here.

We came as the weary,
with Love in our spirits,
with Light within our hearts,
we endured and we endure,
for this is our path of oblivion.
Only one constant remains
in the faltering mists of time,
we always find it.
The Sorrow, our birthright.

A message from beyond
cuts into reality.
A grandson is on the road,
oblivious and innocent.
The weary declare,
just one more turn of the pendulum.

- Neitherborn