Whispering Spiritscapes - Mournful Congregation

Black horses ride waveless skies

Traversed as shapeless voids

Blackless night and voidless light

Words and symbols yet unseen

Unhallowed deeds left unredeemed

We dream within a greater dream

The masque of despondency

Tethered to the rippling gaze

From behind which peers

A black luminescence

Beckoning to thee

Alluring, yet repelling

Unnering, perpetually recurring

Obscure presence in the outer abyss

Wisdom’s muse or man’s conception

The voice of dreaming dissolves in creation

Cloaked in tattered gravecloth

I navigate the whispering spiritscapes

«My child, you are receiving the primal matter

Understand the blindness and the

Dejection of your first condition»

I long not for life

I long not for death