Lesath - Sacred Ashes

I wish it were over the terrible pain, Pang after pang again and again First the shattering ruining blow, Then the probing steady and slow Did I wince? I did not faint My soul broke but was not bent Up I stand like a blasted tree By the shore of the shivering sea On my boughs neither leaf nor fruit, No sap in my uttermost root, Brooding in an anguish dumb On the short past and the long to come Dumb I was when the ruin fell, Dumb I remain and will never tell - Introspec