We come again unto the end
where time cannot offend.
There is no more for your cruel sword
nor voice to call you lord.
So let it be; from every need
you have been freed.
And smiling death, cruel smiling death, he gave no further word.
The nameless ghost, that pitiful ghost, was left to join the herd.
Hear their wails! Their fevered cries!
No easy rest. No one here lies.
Like torn up sails by tempest tossed
such are the tested! Such are the lost!
Tale Told 