Fugitive - Poema Arcanus

Running away alone

Running away

Wandering here not knowing why

Gift of life wrapped into fire

A fugitive from a black realm runs

Singing a closing credits song

Get the best of this short trip

Holding landscapes, holding dreams

Night falls, the countdown runs

Night dawns, a small loss unnoticed

A day to remind, or a day just to forget?

The better the memories,

The fewer the time that´s left

Time hurts, the hours kill

Time runs, at thieves grabbing life bits

Tomorrow will come,

Tomorrow will bring us death

The fugitive is caught, the curtain falls

End of play