The Depths

Llewellyn, Guardian of the Heartbroken and Lonely

Young lads who slept their lives away
In fields where daylight will not stay,
Covered in shadows sent by the sun,
Know many people who seem as one.
Lovers whom their one loves hated,
Eternal sleepers not sedated,
Insomniacs that knew no night,
And terrible creatures that gave no fright.
Runners who won the race of life,
And unthinkable pleasure was born of strife,
Historians who forgot the past,
Unbreakable things that did not last.
He who shivers in the year of June
Shall laugh beneath the weeping moon;
The dewdrops fallen from the sky
Shall flow to meadows where the honest lie.
With opaque creatures who fade away,
But live to see a sunless day,
And a single day is lived year-round,
While hatred screams without a sound;
And losers will recieve a powerful boon,
For all of it shall end too soon.

Copyright 2001 Caitlin Carlson