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Abyss below, skies above

Spine on the surface, the centre of all things

And darkness within

Ethos of what we are

Ominous structures, disintegrating figures

Imposing architectures devoid of flesh

Endless faces carved in stone

Witnesses to erosion and sanity

Archaic dolmens piling up

Frozen gestures through the torment of years

Wherein every drop of sound resonates

Relics of worlds past, echoes of worlds beyond

Marching towards those fields unknown

Carried by solitude

In an urge for grandeur

Towards those fields unknown

With an innate longing for the astral glow

Iridescent skies and star-shaped spheres

Pulsating through the core

Interwoven through dreams

Marching towards those fields unknown

Carried by solitude

In an urge for grandeur

Towards those fields unknown

Burdened by the shroud of time

Binding our wrists

The essence stirs within its claws

A dark void inside the light

Swathed in bewilderment

In the grip of confusion

Impediments to existence

That throttle all life

Shards in mouth

Wrinkled hands glide over the oakwood

Ripples on the surface

The river flows on

Thinned blood still coursing

As the years vanish

The bitter burden ever present

A stream of quiet desperation

Following the autumnal paths

In a state of isolation

Into the darkness night, into daylight

Into birth and into death

Saturnine thoughts

Both an eternal anguish of the soul

And nourishment of the self

Embrace the dawn

Death, bringer of life leading the way

Shrine of the earth

Wearing all sorrows as en endless crown

Celestial