|Hither came they on horror fraught wings of aeons past|
Crowned and clad in the ancient night of time
As the fallen, faded petals of sunset dipped into ulterior night
They gathered, somber and secret, to observe my passing.
My years crept past the vaults of reality enshrouded in mystic grey
I knew them as the passing of shadows born upon flowing, archaic waters
With still born eyes I gazed upon the sepulcheric dome of the sky, seeing naught
Evoking the dead and spectral dreams of the primal, eldritch past to give answer.
Vaguely I lived, merely existing, in shadowy, necromantic dreams
Dreams that hover on the verge of fathomless sleep
In lethargic abandon I challenged stagnant morality to part
And descended with malefic laughter into the bosom of the absolute void
Forgotten gods gazed with eyes of ultimate oblivion, and spoke
“Be thou enamored of death’s darkly curtained halls” I gave them answer
“Nay, for I have been to the wall. The bastion between hope and certainty.
The riddle which lies betwixt fate and choice. And long for its cryptic embrace.”
The black, funeral veil of night covers me in misted sorrow
I lie in the chill, eternal twilight of infinite gloom. Half life, child like, yet driven
Chaos unravels the corridors of my mind, no destination sought, no desire.
It corrupts my soul with irreverence. Nothing cherished left sacred.
Eternity is ended. Everything is nothing. Clinging only to ghosts
Insanity, but knowledge gained no other can comprehend
Remember me as one with the rampant sky, born of fire to soon quenched
A slave to memory’s beckon. A glimpse of dark reflection.
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