Poor Mortal Lost - This Ascension

Run swiftly, silently

Heartbeat deafens

Drowns the human

Body tense, tinge of fear

Blood rushes, no stir

Camouflage, safety, ease

Down into the ground

Not a breath, and not a sound

Dashes under and around

Mother’s arms

She wears the crown

In the plush

Of earth she lies

Alone forever

With these cries

Feels not hunger

Feels not thirst

Doesn’t she know

She’s not the first

Endures her lot

The bitter frost

Poor little girl

Poor mortal lost

Poor mortal lost

Save your mind

Save your soul

Beware of her

A charm of old

As innocent

As night’s cold

The bell has its

Untimely toll

Poor mortal lost

Poor mortal lost