I trimmed the wick at midnight watch
The beam cut clean through crashing swatch
Now towers fall and lenses crack
I warm my hands on burned-out stack
Salt stays deep in finger joints
The bow sings where the lantern points
No compass rose no bearing line
Just resonance in collapsed mine
Rosin and ash on Firelink stone
The fiddle sings where kings have known
No lens to grind no oil to trim
Just bone and wood and deathless hymn
Rosin and ash the flame don't judge
It takes the tune it takes the grudge
The gulls don't cry at Firelink shrine
They pick at bones in ash and brine
My fingers knew the glass and gear
Now callus catches horsehair near
Salt stays deep in finger joints
The bow sings where the lantern points
No compass rose no bearing line
Just resonance in collapsed mine
Rosin and ash on Firelink stone
The fiddle sings where kings have known
No lens to grind no oil to trim
Just bone and wood and deathless hymn
Rosin and ash the flame don't judge
It takes the tune it takes the grudge
The keeper's log is charcoal dust
No relief boat no union trust
I play the Estus flask refrain
And watch the ember wake again
No foghorn blasts no sector light
Just double stops in endless night
The chosen undead pass me by
I play them home I watch them die
Rosin and ash on Firelink stone
The fiddle sings where kings have known
No lens to grind no oil to trim
Just bone and wood and deathless hymn
Rosin and ash the flame don't judge
