"The Silent Mourning" - The Fourth Blink

As the first mourns for the eighth
The sword will fall on the winter night
For the woods are growing mute
Preparing for the Leo's silent songs
Prepare the balm as the Sun will fall down
And the cold winter nights will consume the last spark
With the last flame the words will disappear
Into the shadows of the dark!

At last the fray will end and the sword will lie
Naked in the winters forever, alone
While the Queens will find Kings
And yet another battle begins as the wicked God plays the songs of Time
And the Sword will be forgotten
All the battles it has fought
All the poems it sang, lie at the bosom of his Love!

Prepare for the mighty fall,
The Winter flowers shall cry, but the sword belongs to the Autumn
For their tears will be hidden by His rain
And come winter the poems will vanish
For the words will find a new master
And the light will knee before the darkness,
A momentary pain, for the battles wont stop
And the Queens will find Kings and Swords will be borne
And the Poets forgotten!

There lies the sword, naked on the cold winter night, all alone
When the silent mourning begins!