Grimspound

What shall be left of us?
Which artefacts will stay intact? For nothing can last
Out upon the moor
What shall remain to tell our tale? When all this must pass
Out on the heathland
Look up to the night sky
See the second brightest star? Adjust to the dark light
What shall be made of us?
Our grand designs will come to dust The gnawing of time
The carriers of souls Along shadow paths we go Places only we know