Via Descendens - Tales Of Dark

When sullen storms kiss the cloven horizon

And sunset greets the delirium of stars

From the nightborn maelstrom of whispered secrets

Let stream this dirge, that the four winds hiss

Embalm the delights that grievously squirm

Confined in soulless tidal throes

Rebellion-buried within vaults internal

The entrance to the sway of worms dost unfold

Appeased and withered, passions bleed deep

No longer to tarnish soporific constellations

Wrinkled is the skin

What even grief hath forsaken

With memories shattered

Like fragile monuments

Crown their closure

At the throne of untold sorrow

As the curtain finally falls

In the theatre of perfect deception

Like a bleak romance of dying seraphs

So cold are these remnants forlorn

(sculptured by oblivion and the stench of decay)

Whilst black mists enfold the frozen panorama

Adorned with the sapphirean tears of denial

Let stream the dirge that the four winds hiss

Aeons of anguish would hurt less than this

For time is such a poisonous remedy

Transfigured promise that reveals the vista

Towards the garden of ivory stones

Where my image is etched

Like a xylograph 'midst the thorns