Wound in Night's Flesh - Grafvitnir

Like a wound in night’s flesh

The baleful eye of a gibbous moon

A foaming mouth

Yawned in the sky

A gaping hole

In the canvas of black

Foreboding doom

Enigmatic glow of burning flames

Encaptured in a sacred shrine

Unspeakable yearnings of my heart

Inflamed with love for the divine

An entrance to the void beyond

Entranced by the splendours obscured

Ominously enchanted by the wonders

That hide behind death’s door

A pull that grows from nothingness

Like a wound in night’s flesh

The mysteries of the night

The beckoning whispers of the dark

Whirling mist surrounding the throne

Of the nightside’s ancient monarch

To become a tool of the burning truth

As day becomes night and love becomes hate

Swirling mist of the unconscious

Fathomless mysteries to contemplate

Connecting with energies of warped dimensions

Frozen in an ageless storm

Mesmerized by the swirling enigma

Exiles in time and space

Exiles of an age forlorn