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A ribbon of black

     smooth and cold

the sheer rock walls

     and a twisting path

dark lies the clouds

     that be for me lie

and the golden warmth

     left so far behind

I know not where

     which way to go

and the memories fade

     of what lays behind

here I cannot be

     for it will not remain

I feel it slipping away

     even as memories fade

on winds the road

     and the waves still crash

cold grows the sky

     and the coming rain

if I try just to stand

     if I do not decide

the future will crush me

     and bury my remains

into the darkness

     my steps they do lead

and I would not take them

     of my world it does fade