Endsong

Thus I depart, said the sad white lark,
Dark turns to light, light to dark.

Hush O’ albatross, hear the tide,
Pain my mistress, death my bride.

Gone my last breath, wrinkled my heart,
Three white carriages, one black cart.

Flushed from my home, a wondrous cove,
Bound to your darkness, by my love.

Stench of the dead, anger of the lost,
I part with a gift, valued most.

An age of light, of truth, of bliss,
Embrace my legacy, an age of peace.