How soon the fools among us rush to seek what was had been found……. . At end, no substance to behold, but tears upon the ground. The Darkness hides the bitter tears, the fog can stifle sobs…. Wrapped in a cloak against the fears, no solace can be found . Of course, in sooth, I speak this well, this to is my story…. Mark this well, and seek the truth, for here I find no glory. No glory in the deeds once done, and few yet to be told. No peace is found upon this earth, no calm before the storm.. I only mourn for days gone by, safe with the one so warm. Would had I powers to go back, our love would find no harm. In all this Darkness, Damp and Dew I, pray a part to me to you….For any, every part of me you hold, is just the less that I grow old.