Admiring Death - Svarttjern

Opened, searched, wizards grant thy will

Perfected pattern lay before an open door

Command strengths to force this return

Close down, hold the gate, you lie becoming fate

To many shooting stars

To many hopeful dreams

For long you have wished

Wished to be one of few

I see you now, I see you fade

For your dreams are forgotten, not buried, just never lit

For there was one with a thought

But there was so many else

Turn and see, you were never alone, never unique

Amusing it is to see

How you crave to be outstanding

But you are clipped and stripped

Giving me pleasuring thrills

I do admire your death

To many shooting stars

To many hopeful dreams

For long you have wished

Wished to be one of few