Pensive and dreary for a reason
Beyond it spring and summer season
Peering into a heart's horizon
I found a man that lay awakened
Tears flowed like the rain
The darkness he saw in vain.
'Coz there was death and there was sorrow
In the withering trees of his solemn woods.
Death of kinsmen and their kings
To his past were they the only strings
One by one like a strider's sword
Fate inflicted its deadening blows.
Living strong his head held high
Despite the hurts that made him cry
He continued to grow old
The soul fading faster than its abode.
The holy lights guided him
Between that period interim,
The second he stopped living
And the moment he died.