Solitary Mourner - Primordial

And so the rain kept on falling

Still a solitary mourner stands

Beneath the sorrowed eaves

Among the rotting autumn leaves

And watches over you

All the flowers laid

Have long since bowed their heads

And all the wailing women

No longer cast their cries

And all who once wore black

Have returned to their lives

Yet the mourner has not

Forgotten

And will stand that way forever

If I am the mourner

Who shall know my name?

Who shall ever know my pain?

A solitary mourner stands

To watch over you…