In the Dark the Grey Men stand by Tressador, literature
Literature
In the Dark the Grey Men stand
In the Dark the Grey Men stand,
On a plain without a shape,
Upon a beach of endless sand,
They shamble to their fate.
For other they are as ghosts
And ghosts they might yet be
Shadows on an eternal coast.
With grey eyes that cannot see,
Thin, grey hands that cannot feel,
Dead grey ears that cannot hear,
Grey Men search for something real,
Something beyond the Dark here.
Ever walking, never stopping,
Ever glancing, never seeing,
Ever hoping, never acting
In the Dark, the Grey men stand.
But within each grey heart,
Lay an ember of bright fire
A hope, a lie, the last spark
Their saviour or their pyre
And then one of them will catch
Water.
Sweeping through the gutters,
Rushing through the streams
Falling from the heavens
Squeezing through the seams
Plunging off the falls
Sliding down the tiles
Slithering through the doors
Racing over the miles
But it always returns to an ocean tranquil
'til it runs forth again, for good or ill
In the Dark the Grey Men stand by Tressador, literature
Literature
In the Dark the Grey Men stand
In the Dark the Grey Men stand,
On a plain without a shape,
Upon a beach of endless sand,
They shamble to their fate.
For other they are as ghosts
And ghosts they might yet be
Shadows on an eternal coast.
With grey eyes that cannot see,
Thin, grey hands that cannot feel,
Dead grey ears that cannot hear,
Grey Men search for something real,
Something beyond the Dark here.
Ever walking, never stopping,
Ever glancing, never seeing,
Ever hoping, never acting
In the Dark, the Grey men stand.
But within each grey heart,
Lay an ember of bright fire
A hope, a lie, the last spark
Their saviour or their pyre
And then one of them will catch
Water.
Sweeping through the gutters,
Rushing through the streams
Falling from the heavens
Squeezing through the seams
Plunging off the falls
Sliding down the tiles
Slithering through the doors
Racing over the miles
But it always returns to an ocean tranquil
'til it runs forth again, for good or ill
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