The Hymn

Passing hymns of a wandering soul
Sweet and silent
One ear to another
Flowing gently
Unknowingly

Caressing every bit of note
Up and down it flies
Swirling through the quiet plains
Embracing every bit of secret
Swiftly running through the quiet plains

Quickly, listen
Is it the hymn of the dead?

Quickly, listen
Is it the hymn of the voyagers?

Quickly, listen
Is it the hymn of the merely surviving?

Quickly, listen
For it will pass away
Sooner than you can hear it
For it will pass away
Sooner than you can feel it

Quickly, hear the hymn of the undead

-Naytica-