| Blue
shades of thunder roll from the hills
Driving
the storm clouds ahead
A
fine sheet of smurr falls on the pane
Waking
the old man in bed
He
sits up and smiles as he sees the white face
Of
the woman he once nearly wed
A
spectre of silence approaches the town
Casting
a shadow of grey
It
quietly moves through the alleys and wynds
Preventing
the coming of day
Though
the light of the sun is up in the sky
Just
a movement of echoes away
The
motion of time is linking the chain
Holding
together tomorrow
A
piece of the night is breaking away
Travelling
back into sorrow
He
can't bring her back, not even if
He
begs, he steals or he borrows
Another
day comes, the tears still flow
The
eyes fight back the pain
The
clouds are darkening overhead
To
herald the coming of rain
The
woman he loves has been taken away
To
help forge a link in the chain
The
seer witnesses the old mans tears
And
casts him in the role
Of
a king to be in a time gone by
A
man with no immortal soul
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