Of Solitude And Stone
Mother Of Graves
A gust of callous breath and promise
Before a shrine of haunting memoirs
Of all I long to hold again
Written in spells of Stygian starlight
In words that paint eh distant ether
And mask my wearied heart in ice
Crystalline waves of evocation
Descend from phantom fingertips
To carry me far away from here
From familiar rays of golden suns
As poised before me the silhouette
Beckons in silent tongue
Paralyzed I lie in this enchanted shroud
Buried alive, I close my eyes
In her cold, inviting arms
As tears fall from the heavens
And flood this ruined cask
To quench the deathless thirst
Into the still of eternity, I sail
Through ornate skies unknown
These cursed wings my hearse
Wring the blood from my veins
Harvest the marrow from my bone
And rest me upon a desolate apex
Of solitude and stone