The Bow And The Arrow Dark Tranquillity

The print you left
Up here just witness
To the forceful push
In which you thrust yourself
Out from this world
Your own very being
Launched away from
This temporary hold

You are never gone
The letters of your name
A scar that never heals

So be the bow and the arrow
Be the rope and the angered scream
As time now eats away
To the unmarked graves
When indifferent winds takes speed
Over lands of uncertainty
To hold what can be held
Against the coming dark

In the march of the hollow
Hollowed out
Your words rang once so true