Into the night? Across the sea?
Or do those jaded memories
Still haunt your halls, as they do me?
Foregone–the night so cleverly
With darkness swallows every tear
A soundless cry on soundless ears
But walls–they loath forgetfulness
And not as I do they so turn
Their stories are not fast unlearned
In somber unrelenting tones
A chorus of distress is sung
For spirits absent far too long
T’would be such bliss to quell their taunt
But as I seek I find you not
And feel at last I am forgot