The fading star is an evocation

  Of suns under which

  we've walked before,

  and far off I see

  Desolate oceans, and the light

  shining softly on lonely plains:

  Dying moons that wander

  in the plains of ice and sand.

  Under those revenant Lights,

  I long to lose

  In the all-devouring darkness

  this ever-aching loneliness.

  The cloud-strewn

  horizons, infinite and far

  now veil my destination to the west:

  Spaces of fire and night,

  Where ghostfire lilies open

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  up on rolling hills,

  and glittering stars

  fallen to the sea

  wash ashore on bone-white sands.

  Beneath the gaze of

  formless gods,

  we breathed life into

  the bygone hopes and wishes,

  the evanescent dreams

  Of distant loves

  and prodigal autumns,

  that we may dance

  in the flame of our mortality.

  There the skies of silver and iron

  Gleam with divine malignity over

  sunset-haunted lands,

  whispering of forgotten histories

  and fallen glories,

  where phantom castles stand.