House Of Nostalgia

House of nostalgia is mine
This place in sunless lands
Time fades and hopes decline
The sun is setting in my hands

The walls once were bright
Now covered with bloody letters
Letters change with delight
Change the story without feather

The story of eternal waking
Mine is the everlasting dream of her
Even if it would be the last thing
I shall finish my volumes of blank paper

Tonight I feel alone
Sad like weeping forest
My thorny throne
For I am but a pest

And now I wait for death
As others wait for friend
Sound of her wings, and breath
To hard to comprehend

No more I shall thee hold
For tonight I leave. To
The best of all possible worlds
And this you shall not undo