At the marvels of shredded flesh
Unfolded in tormenting beauty
A stone fell to the heart
And all was in vain
From ancient crypts arose
That sibling of despair
Spread like plague inside
'Till all and hope was slain
Icy black
The beacon of this riverside
Thread the crust
With childish glee
Draw night from the domes of heaven
And step gently on the porch of death
Soon all stars will shine and play
Merrily on our skeletal keys
There will be silence and night
Like none had ever dreamt
Even in the fathoms of wit and reason
So lay to rest
'Neath crying pines
When dusk brings rain
Copper tongue, it must be death
Flooding, my mouth and muse tonight
Your time will come
In cryptic images