Be'lakor Remnants
Embedded in fertile plain
Snared in pulp and stone
Confounded being emerges
Surrounded yet alone
Surging growth in vigour
Morbidity at bay
Hale deceives the advent
Of cycles in decay
Winter's first marrow cracks
Mother bides the spring
Ne'er evade the hand of death
And coursing pain it brings
Matter broken, times expire
Eternity's division
Peer across the fatal pass
Terminus inition
Ills that never truly mend
Breath which seldom draws in ease
Pulses often miss their step
Somatic ever in disease
Embedded in fallow plain
Consumed by pulp and stone
Confounded being expires
Abandoned and alone
