You’re gone, gone, gone away
I watched you  d i s a p p e a r
All that’s left is the ghost of you

Sightseeing Mirkwood

And the secrets of the rain, they will stay the same
And the time will come soon
With the secrets of the rain, and the storm again
Coming closer every day, forever autumn

I am the bringer of death, and I shall so name myself.

aausten