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Under the fading trees, I walk

A wintry forest with an overcast sky

My heart is falling as I walk alone

Companions all gone, not knowing my grief

Even I have forsaken me



Demons walk with me

Whispering of a long begotten sorrow

Never leaving my heart content

Ever mindful of my grief

Demons, whispering under the fading trees



A shadow has taken me here

Here, in this world of wintry death

Where no purple flowers grow

All pale and yellow, dead and brown

Grey is my heart, the sky, the trees



I know you're there, Light

See You, no, I cannot

Clouds of sorrow hide You

Your glories, I cannot see

And I am alone



I sing, "Profero lux!"

Yet no light comes.

My voice freezes and falls to the ground

My song is for naught

For naught is my prayer?



Is this my curse?

To linger on in ever growing despair?

What ill have I wrought?

Is this the way of the fates?

That I should linger on in ever growing doubt?



I have failed, this I know

Demons remind me daily

Too idle was I

Idle and now I have failed

Failed my God, failed my friend



Fallen! Fallen is the son of the mourning

Into darkness he fell

And I availed him not

The stain of his wickedness is upon me

Me, who was idle



Yet from Grace, he has not fallen

And into the Undying Realm will he ascend

Grace forever has him

Though his life is of darkness

He will live



Yet now there is another

One to whom the Grace of God has not fallen

For whom I stand in the gap

The abyss beckons

He may yet descend



A Second Death is upon him

And I must avail him

For he must see the Light

And the Light he must receive

Yet I have fear



My heart is heavy, under the fading trees

A fear nips my skin with the cold

For if I fail again, ther will be no joy

Grief will kill me

And if not, then cursed will I be



All my light I give to him

Yet I keep none for myself

My counsel does he keep

Yet who counsels the counselor?

For weak have I become



Under the fading trees, I continue to walk

'Neath the grey clouds of gloom

Depression always in my heart

Darkness in my eyes ever persistent

Fear in my soul



Where is the light that shone in the dark?

Where is the staff that was raised?

Where is the word of power that smote the curse?

Where is the balm in Gilead?

How did it come to this?



Still, by the waters and under the fading trees

I walk in a shadow, a shadow of doubt

Failure, forever nagging, ad infinitum

In a day of cold grey

Under the fading trees