Son Of Mourning

Northern Tales

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Oh fallen star
A darkened light
A glory hurtled from its car
Self - blasted from the holy height
Oh fallen star
As froth on the face of the deep
As foam on the crest of the sea
As dreams at the waking of sleep
As harvest that no man shall reap
Fallen beyond world´s utmost bar
Beyond return - beyond far sight
Of outmost glimmering nebular
Now blackness which once walked in white
Now death , whose life once glowed afar
Oh son of dawn that loved the night
Oh, fallen star !!
Who shall stay their ruinous mess
Besotted - reckless
Possessed and decoyed
They hurry to the dolourous path
Is hope that never shall be
Oh my god unto thee
Saints fall a-weeping who would have enjoyed
Sore they weep for a glory that was
For a fulness emptied into the void
Ah , fallen star - alas alas !

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