The Silent Shore

The silver mist descends upon the path we trod,
A final walk beneath the shadows of the god.
Your face is now a memory painted on the wind,
A chapter closed before the winter could begin.

We met like rivers rushing toward a distant sea,
Two drifting souls who touched and felt a moment free.
But currents turn and pull the beating hearts away,
Into the twilight where the golden colors gray.

The mountain stands in silence, watching us depart,
The ancient frost is settling deep within my heart.

Farewell to the traveler, the star that crossed my sky,
No words are left to speak, and no more tears to cry.
Beyond the iron gates and through the pouring rain,
I release your spirit from the bonds of hidden pain.

The echoes of your laughter haunt the empty halls,
Like autumn leaves that spiral as the darkness falls.
No heavy iron pulse shall break this sacred rite,
Just starlight guiding you into the endless night.

Walk through the fire, rise from the clay,
The sun will forget the light of the day.
Walk through the fire, rise from the clay,
The ghost of the past is fading away.

Farewell to the traveler, the star that crossed my sky,
No words are left to speak, and no more tears to cry.
Beyond the iron gates and through the pouring rain,
I release your spirit from the bonds of hidden pain.

The shore is silent now.
Rest in the eternal light.