A violet haze crowns the sky monarch lays down to die
A burial pyre is ignited in fire as darkness takes his place
Shadows of gossamer weigh down the eye
Faded memories leave their trace
Dawn’s breath a fog of night
Swirls around the breast of hills
And timber hairs stand in fright
As those of might their lust fulfills
The gray stone wall In shadows grows black
Breathe deep the dawn’s emerging light
Green the fields of Elysium, buried come back
Soon fade to gold, new life ignite