Beautiful evening turns to night. Clouds they gather to the darkening sky. Storm is rising, but still it's calm. As I've been writing this requiem. I - am powerless, wallow in this feeling; I - am breathless, hear the sound of mourning; Distant church bells begin to toll. I rise listen, feel it in my soul. I'm getting weaker, but I need to write. I stare these woods, this one last time. I - am powerless, wallow in this feeling; I - am breathless, hear the sound of mourning; I grow weaker by the hour, I cannot sleep. My heart's heavy for departure. In this final moment; I feel growing weakness, cannot breath. My heart's last heavy beating. As I write this requiem. I kneel down and lower my head. Silent chanting fills the air. It's time to begin the funeral. From this edge I bid the last farewell. I - am powerless, wallow in this feeling; I - am breathless, hear the sound of mourning; I grow weaker by the hour, I cannot sleep. My heart's heavy for departure. In this final moment; I feel growing weakness, cannot breath. My heart's last heavy beating. As I write this requiem.