Epitaph

[Verse 1]
Fast as the day is, is winding down
The night dark as a river
A mist upon my weary eyes
No saviour to deliver

[Verse 2]
An empty mask the easel stands
No painter's breath to help her
No priest to be her solitude
No Christ to be her shelter

[Verse 3]
Tainted blood may serve as hate
Those who live in waiting
Unborn, undead, time murdered me
Child of her creating

[Verse 4]
Time like a running tomb pursues
Her whispers softly call mе
Awake me not, my dreams arе done
Let sleep forgive my folly