In my waning breath,

I can feel you keeping me,

Awake long after death.

I hear you within,

Wind of summer, rain of spring...

Browning leaves of fall.

Breaking through the mist,

The wolf's senses clean amid,

Shallow ruins' breath.

Breaking summer heat,

Never cold where winter breathes,

Shelter of the rare.

Seven days of Cain,

Still we'll surely falter not,

Nor shall we omit.

Not for breaking dawn,

The twilight of our endless love,

Never here to come

Ever in a dream,

Thoughtless, mindless, speechless, mute,

Never I to wake