Jarl's Kin

A faded moon may seeming shine
On the stone of my life’s ending.
Centuries have passed since the night,
More than smoke from my flesh reached the sky.
A single breath to the ages of the sky
Was the passing of the age of the sun.
In the cold nights where once was known
The mysteries of time and power.
Only shaded dreams might now remember
Beyond our summons-in the realm of eternal.
A fated moon may seeming shine
On the last of those who will suffer.
Whispered in the trees, our tale
Completed in the last hour of sorrowful darkness.
A weary sword let fall to earth-forgotten
In the passing of the age of the sun.
I pass out of knowledge here as then
Ever to become as I once was-silent
Keys were lost to the realm of eternal
The mysteries of time and power.
And the living were led into the light.