In the Mist of Long Years

Veiled in the deepening morning mist
The rising sun fails to warm the heart
And the shadow of the eclipse hurries forth
Like some blackest column of doom

The sky darkens, and the warmth is gone
Seeking to behold the rising sun
But yet it is hidden beneath the moon
And the mist of grey clouds

All alone under the darkening sky
In the mist of long years bygone
One realises the end of all things
And the futility of all life

The stars are veiled and the sun's rays
Never reaching the eyes, nor the heart
All shadows disappear into the gloom
And this empty life ends all too soon