The Unknown Northlance.
Aethermancer and Friend
The sun sets and the year is past,
Time has flown, it did not last.
The night comes and the clock strikes twelve,
The dongs die out as I ponder within myself.
Oh how the time passes on its way.
With the chimes of midnight comes a new day.
The dawn breaks and a new calendar is hung.
It is the first day of a new year, a rather beautiful one.
The sun shines and the flowers raise their heads,
The slate as clean as their sparkling snowy beds.
So raise your thanks to heaven, and bless the King of Kings.
We are looking for His return in the year 2019.