The fading star is an evocation


    Of suns under which


    we''ve walked before,


    and far off I see


    Desolate oceans, and the light


    shining softly on lonely plains:


    Dying moons that wander


    in the plains of ice and sand.


    Under those revenant Lights,


    I long to lose


    In the all-devouring darkness


    this ever-aching loneliness.


    The cloud-strewn


    horizons, infinite and far


    now veil my destination to the west:


    Spaces of fire and night,


    Where ghostfire lilies open


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    and glittering stars


    fallen to the sea


    wash ashore on bone-white sands.


    Beneath the gaze of


    formless gods,


    we breathed life into


    the bygone hopes and wishes,


    the evanescent dreams


    Of distant loves


    and prodigal autumns,


    that we may dance


    in the flame of our mortality.


    There the skies of silver and iron


    Gleam with divine malignity over


    sunset-haunted lands,


    whispering of forgotten histories


    and fallen glories,


    where phantom castles stand.