These fading phantom flames


    Now feed upon the ghost-lights of unearthly


    dreams


    one hope borne within many


    one will beneath the deep and the dark


    of the Nightward Sea.


    One death, one life,


    one truth, one eternity


    And one annihilation.


    They rise now, twilight phantasms


    from noon-day dreams,


    unveiled from a quiet


    sanctuary,


    suspended in the solitary dome


    of some arcane and deserted fane,


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    ghost flames drifting in the night sky,


    each bearing the voices of the lost


    and the forsaken


    from some untimely tombs


    with reverence raised


    to the dream of the gentle and the brave,


    but the charmed eddies of autumn winds


    now swirl the mouldering leaves,


    and rustle in a soft whisper,


    the echoes of a dreamt-of fate:


    Here we lived, we loved, we dreamed


    we died,


    and are remembered,


    the foolish flame


    of our ambition,


    emboldened to seek out truth


    and define the madness of the world


    as a thing conquered and destroyed


    by the resolve of our immortal spirits.


    Burn now,


    forever imperishable


    you fallen,


    you dead who dream on,


    While we languish


    in our brief,


    collapsing utopias.


    One day, we will burn together,


    a foolish flame ,


    flickering and dying


    in the silence.