Foretold are hidden words
Etched in stone, names still fade
Mournful rhyme singing out
Having no understanding of what they say

For one so old
There’s no grief or shame
He wept afresh, and rode towards the storm

Through the gloom, I raised my eyes and saw
The pale face of the wizard
Pray tell, fearful question
Tell of all farther and what he would have me do?

To suffer these warnings
Had fallen with him
I’ve seen the dead line up, and curse his name

So he found a doom
And he lay as the dead
Once the great enchanter of time
Slowly his anger died

Arise from the sleepless night
A burden so heavy, he couldn’t breathe
Those who tried, tried and failed
For them, now sunlight has fled

Beacon of sorrow
To carry their names
In quiet words that form no truth or bond

Things pass, and time lost its way
Dust suspended in silent still air
Behold story of dreadfulness
Knowledge can do such awful things to a mind

For one so old
There’s no grief or shame
He wept afresh, and rode towards the storm