Relic of a Darkened Past - Morgion

Ancient is the relic once told

Foreseen in our darkened past

To tell a benign dream

A shadow’s memory has cast

Simple is the one who sees it Fit no wonder to sample

Triple, search through the bile

Sit and develop unthinking thoughts

Now among the old

Forever distant

Feeble, seen above

Loneliness, sold

Triple the search

Trifle the few

Born with unspoken knowledge

Nothing is forgotten, anew

Absorbing the foul, loving the spawn

(in a) crypt of my kept thoughts

Untrusting my inner sense