Qorban: "Through blood and thorns I wandered, freezing, aching, bound for a ruined cathedral below. All is dead, look! Only rust, and debris, and shells of stone remain, drowning in ashes, as if we had never been. Everyone I had ever known. Everyone I'd ever meet. Everyone I ever loved. Gone with the centuries, lost under a sea of ashes."
Only now when every chance
To belong
Is bitterly gone
I feel I do
For the very first time
I understand
The gift we had
Now forever gone
All I ever knew lie dead
And their ephitaphs the ashes guard
Must I live to mourn the world
Or find reunion once the ashes part
For I am chosen
To speak
At the open grave
Of each and everyone
How can I mourn
For every man?
May I soon
Lie with them
Qorban: "How can I go on, when all I have is a grave? When one place is as good as another, to lie down and belatedly join where I belong. Let it end here, with me."
This unearthly knell
A deadly gale, or
A grace of life?
Only now when every chance
To belong
Is bitterly gone
I feel I do
For the very first time
I understand
The gift we had
Now forever gone
All I ever knew lie dead
And their ephitaphs the ashes guard
Must I live to mourn the world
Or find reunion once the ashes part
For I am chosen
To speak
At the open grave
Of each and everyone
How can I mourn
For every man?
May I soon
Lie with them
Qorban: "How can I go on, when all I have is a grave? When one place is as good as another, to lie down and belatedly join where I belong. Let it end here, with me."
This unearthly knell
A deadly gale, or
A grace of life?