The Wastelands. Shibboleth.

(A lone voice whispers.)

These nights are long 

Now that I've crossed this dark sea

But I sometimes 

Wonder 

Do you still miss me

My only love

Now that we're both free

For I'll still love you 

As long as The Hurrian Hymn is played   

Even as long 

As heartfelt prayers are made

To the peaks of the highest mountains 

And into the deep depths

Of Agartha 

Hidden Fountains

My soul may be out of reach

And out of sight

Every night

Brought about by our Lord and Grace

By always remember 

I'm here

Just waiting in a pristine room

In a unique place

Where 

Through my Scrying glass

I can still see 

Your beautiful face

By sun and moon

Rain or shine

Fire or candlelight

For to love you

Is all I now have 

To carry me through These endless nights

In these Barren Lands

To remind me

You were once mine

An even though

I've taken my last breath

When Deaths  Messenger called

I'll still love you through all tragedies

As 

Thane of Glamis

Loved his Lady Macbeth 

For sometimes faith in love 

Is all you can use

When you have nothing left 

To lose

So when God

Bade me take my last breath

With a wave of his hand

I made his messenger

Titan 

Promise

I shall see you better

Even after death

When you join me here

In Shibboleth

The Wastelands 

Filled those

No longer wearing flesh 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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