The Vision Bleak - Chapter VIII: The Undying One

Thousands of years I have seen the moon
waxing and waning, vanish at days.
Weary and vexed I became all too soon
of men and his dull and trivial ways.

The earth is too small for such as I,
the oceans are still and grey yet the sky.

The heavens unrolled before my eyes,
just like a scroll I could read from the skies.
No secret was kept, no story untold,
knowledge I found in the deepest deeps.

At mountains of ice,
atop inky black seas,
no beauty unseen,
no dream left to dream.

Dark fire, grim moons,
cold forests, old doom.

For life and death have whispered secretly
to me in ancient runes of wisdom old.
And all that men has ever sought to learn,
no mystery left for me here to unfold.

Let me pass away like a faint smoke flying by,
immerse myself into voids where no dream has ever lived to die
Vanish like the crests of the waves amidst the endless sea
but I might live 'til the sun grew cold and ceased to be.