Eighteen Years

A darkening land, each day goes by:
Each year is a candle,
a flame burning light, yet sightless and blind.
Fire rises, fire sets, and the light in his eye
grows dimmer.
It is no surprise.

So eighteen years pass, as eighteen years go;
And the world, which was saved,
grows colder.
And only he knows.

His memory still runs as thick as blood,
Now eighteen years old.

His name, she calls;
Her voice,
It sandpapers the darkness.

Fire dies slowly, time slower still.
He is running out of candles. And so
he marks each day with the voice
in the darkness:

Now eighteen years ago.

Completed March 12, 2006. Drakengard 2.

"Is it over, Caim?"