Before this ends, I know it will.
-Would time stand still!
Yet e'er it wends- So long, my friends.
No daffodils.
Before you leave, I know you must.
-What we, but dust
In cyclones heaved?- The heavens grieve.
The rose combusts.
Before we sink, knowest we soared.
-How we explored
Our passion's brink!- Alone we drink.
Rues to the sword.
Before I die, knowest I lived...
[Originally written by the player of Crow (Derakoth)
[Special thanks to Syaven for her invaluable assistance with form and structure]
