My wretched essence is withering, swept in a
long-forgotten stream,
Reaching to an edge, falling apart, shattering in a single
gleam.
Suddenly I silently wish, if only, underneath the fall there
was a shining pool of oblivion,
Which would swallow my suffering swiftly, before I am
taken to a cursed dominion...
But there wasn't. Therefore, I continued to flame, joining
the blight I was lying on, in peace.
Longing for my glorious tombstone, I thought about all
the living, whom I started to miss ...
Finally, my tormented soul, completed it's tiring journey,
among all that will stay sacred.
Though, my being, lying restless over the corrupted ruins,
always knew it was ment to be tainted...

At last, I felt like a young, frightened scout, I returned
to my king after completing my errands.
My blurred being started to follow the stream, my cradle
of eternity, following my divine, withering essence...