Only when all good’s been taken

I wanted to flee to the mountains
My mind would not leave me alone
I hid in a cave as a tempest raved
The wind whistled into my bones

After the storm there was fire
The fire that burns deep in the soul
I stood as the flames flickered over
The Cave was fit only for ghouls

With my candle I looked at the shadows
I wandered about like a ghost
I abandoned my thoughts and my writing
He spoke to me in the deep dark

Only when all good’s been taken
When despair is too happy a word
The spirit flies over the water
On the wings of the tiniest bird

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