“Why am I”, asked Tithonus.
My light fades into oblivion, of mind, of sight.
Oh the drudgery of love, Eos! Bless me no more.
I am autumn, and winter, but not spring.
For the blossoms not speaketh unto me.
They lie wilted in my eons, in my eyes.
Eos, where art thine words, of love in life, of life forever.
As ye live amidst Gods, and I amidst death, we are close.
Come unto me, for dawn cometh not, nor doth dusk.
Come unto me, for life paces away, tethered to my bones.
Come unto me, and let us lie, in the Elysian Fields.
For spring is nigh, and so is dawn…
My light fades into oblivion, of mind, of sight.
Oh the drudgery of love, Eos! Bless me no more.
I am autumn, and winter, but not spring.
For the blossoms not speaketh unto me.
They lie wilted in my eons, in my eyes.
Eos, where art thine words, of love in life, of life forever.
As ye live amidst Gods, and I amidst death, we are close.
Come unto me, for dawn cometh not, nor doth dusk.
Come unto me, for life paces away, tethered to my bones.
Come unto me, and let us lie, in the Elysian Fields.
For spring is nigh, and so is dawn…
