Loss Ritual
Earn
Fail and release
Serve only in the waking of the eye
Enduring chance
Bound in accepting solace borne through toil
Marking the trail
Crawl
Staring from the shallow of the self
Searching for strength
Claim
Inherit the ritual of loss
There's no hand to reach to
There's no hope to face me
The safe heart in absence
The pale light eternal
Take it
Take it
Take it
Take me
Writer/s: Of Spire & Throne
