Cursed visions of secret lights

cast through glass and drawn curtains of fire

rooms of forolorn abandon

where the eyes of the mind cannot fathom

Standing in the place where stones of ruins rest unshaken

by intruisions traced through time

On approach light finds the eyes

Thrust into a world

akin to darkness ruptured by the sun

A spinning wheel that spells disaster

the circle growing deeper every day

New and overwhelming senses

the warmth arrived and welcomed

is blinding, white, and deeper into light

Hesistant to enter

or rather crushed by grave impediment

incapable of pushing onward

a spirit transmuting

Thrust into a world

akin to darkness ruptured by the sun

A spinning wheel that spells disaster

the circle growing deeper every day

Impetuous it must be

stepping out into the unseen

to carve a valley unending

to break from trepidation and be free

Through growth and decay

chasing through overgrowth and horrors

where once was the way

led to promise and visions of a great salvation

A spinning wheel that spells disaster

the circle growing deeper every day

Bastards of the earth

now standing pillars to the flames

the hardened monuments to wistful misery

Masters of the earth

erecting pillars within flames

arduous monuments of listless misery