Fear, Longing, Hope and the Night - Hanging Garden

Late in to the twilight

We ride the silvery steed

A moment cradled in dark

A myriad burning points above

Will there be

An impenetrable silence

A blanket to smother all lingering life

Three moons left behind

And with them the remnants of time

One moon above to light my way

Beneath a broken sky

Late in to the twilight

We ride the silvery steed

And through the dark, a distant radiant star

And in the mist, the lucid dancing of flame

Three souls to carry the flame

Three minds with burning memories

Together we bear the weight of untold time

Fear, longing, hope and the night

Will there be

An impenetrable silence?