Epoch

Drowning in a perpetual fog

What is this torpor that drains me?

I'm terrified of what the future holds

As I cannot control it

And I've done so many, many things that I regret

That I don't think I will ever sleep again

More from Fen

A Witness to the Passing of Aeons

Carrier of Echoes

As Buried Spirits Stir

Lashed By Storm

Ghosts of the Flood

Of Wilderness and Ruin

The Gibbet Elms

Half-Light Eternal

A Warning Solace