These fading phantom flames

  Now feed upon the ghost-lights of unearthly

  dreams

  one hope borne within many

  one will beneath the deep and the dark

  of the Nightward Sea.

  One death, one life,

  one truth, one eternity

  And one annihilation.

  They rise now, twilight phantasms

  from noon-day dreams,

  unveiled from a quiet

  sanctuary,

  suspended in the solitary dome

  of some arcane and deserted fane,

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  ghost flames drifting in the night sky,

  each bearing the voices of the lost

  and the forsaken

  from some untimely tombs

  with reverence raised

  to the dream of the gentle and the brave,

  but the charmed eddies of autumn winds

  now swirl the mouldering leaves,

  and rustle in a soft whisper,

  the echoes of a dreamt-of fate:

  Here we lived, we loved, we dreamed

  we died,

  and are remembered,

  the foolish flame

  of our ambition,

  emboldened to seek out truth

  and define the madness of the world

  as a thing conquered and destroyed

  by the resolve of our immortal spirits.

  Burn now,

  forever imperishable

  you fallen,

  you dead who dream on,

  While we languish

  in our brief,

  collapsing utopias.

  One day, we will burn together,

  a foolish flame ,

  flickering and dying

  in the silence.