Alien

The Sands of Time are sweeping over
The Castle of Solitude,
As the Present emerges
From the tale of voiceless Life.
A new path is cloven through
The damp walls of Yestereve,
As a harbinger with tidings
Of another hollow dawn.
You’re a silent, sullen soul,
A lonesome grave amid the Dark;
An endless Grief, with no relief,
Bleak existence’s dim abode.
The Castle of Solitude,
Columns, rooted in the rocks,
Impenetrable dungeon —
Prison of a thousand souls.
You’re a choked shriek of Silence,
Fading 'mid a funeral Dirge,
You’re a faded blaze of Sublimnenes
A Daemon soaring high
The Sands of Time are swept all over
The Castle of your Solitude
As the Present emerges
From the tale of voiceless life.
You will be an Alien to all of them,
You’ll bear the name DivahaR
You will be an alien and till the end
You’ll walk the path of DivahaR.