achlys scorned her reflection glaring through darkened water framed by stone and obscured forms beckoning the keres slaughter why is it that men are born as flowers never to bloom seeking the wisdom of ages before they re taken too soon where was i when i was lost before i was i among you was it fate that led me to this place or my sorrow passing through i once spoke to the forest without the company of another the solitude that she allows like secrets between lovers offerings were left this night so that others might know tomorrow when all of us have kept our words our lives with end in sorrow