Hath
Casting Of The Self
Down into the depths
Awaken the dreamer
The Stygian spawn born cold
My guilt laden boots drag through the snow
Overwhelmed by the absence of all but fatigue

The peaks, they scatter before me
Scarcer than ever, the valleys unfurl and deepen
Gazing down at the edge of the pit
Envisioning the eternal descent
Ossified, suspended in death

In thе light of eternity
A sickly grey radiancе
Falling into an ascetic epoch
Subsisting in isolation

The proliferation of stagnation
The dismissal of the ephemeral
I am bloated, made holy, the breaker of all
I will drown in the dark and await at the end

The slumberer breathing anew
The clenching maw of the constrictor splits the earth
Peaks crumble into a bed of death
Our malefic dormancy begins

The casting of the self, awakening
The fire lodged in the center of the earth
A serpentine titan unrivaled
Buried deep, resting in splendor