The Bells in the Mist

By Sombra

Mist gently caresses the sands
And all your magic’s wan
Telling you of the bitter ends
Are bells of Shoredan

You have escaped out of the Hell
To far worse hell you come:
This banal world – an opened shell…
Oh, bells of Shoredan!

Longing to leave this greyish world
No strength to fly or run
But there's a way how still you could
Sing bells of Shoredan

Your eyes have colour of the dust
For all you dreams undone
Hear sea-gulls and their screams of lust
And bells of Shoredan

You have arrived here at the shore
To find all ships have gone
They call to you from mists no more
The bells of Shoredan

Dedicated to Dilvish



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