|
He sees his world through the crystal state of departure |
|
The hooves echo the approach of the third coming |
|
On it's back a goddess with shining black armour |
|
The steel that will separate the will from doing |
|
Closing in as he falls to his knees, surrounded by |
|
Plasma of dying chapters |
|
Life succumbs to silence, desire alone to the dying |
|
Of inner banes |
|
His hands no longer grasping contraction as he laughs |
|
Winds play their mourners dirge through heaps of corpses |
|
The hooves thundering the arrival of the final coming |
|
Carrying forth the seeds of eternal night |
|
So that the Shadow may sleep, eternity weeps |
|
While we laugh and remain forever |
|
She feels the cold floor giving no comfort as she fades |
|
The hooves echo the approach of the third coming |
|
On it's back the faceless her Elder Ones saw |
|
The agents of microcosmic change shattering the megalith |
|
Stories told, divinity unfold |
|
She passes on, yet remains in Smirr |
|
Cold remains scattered in dead void dreams |
