Blume - Western Rust

WESTERN RUST Oh, Western Rust! I wander among ruins and despair, Western dust on me. The broken oath Between gods and men has blackened this land; In silence I stare At the world that’s crumbling down. The lilies are dancing on a nameless grave, They’re singing the requiem for a forgotten dead: “What once was is no longer“, we constantly repeat, While muses are drowning in an eternal sleep. Oh, Western Rust! A poem for the greatest fall, For the twilight of the Ageless Ones. Ragingly, The Nothing devours