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Dark Phantasms and Tarnished Trinkets

FABLES OF THE ETERNAL WATCHER

As I walk through dead forests
Smoldering with ash and embers
Visions haunted like dreams
You know, I remember

I see her face in wisps of smoke
Trails littered with broken bodies
In ancient tongues, I invoke
Wraiths that writhe in silent trees

She came to me
With eyes sewn closed
Blinded to the pain
Of the great but secret show

Vistas shadowed with nuclear winter
Delicate crystals broken and splintered
The eerie silence in the calm of death
As the northern winds blow the last caress

I cast the runes on the scorched earth
For a glimpse of future tidings
Is there a chance at rebirth
In pits where snakes are lying?

My divine power returns
Necromantic magic surges
With wails of suffering
Clashing of a million urges

She whispered things
Ghostly tantrums
Other worldly trips
Spectres and dark phantasms

Gothic galleries and hollow facades
Wrapped in sharp brambles and wrought iron bars
Beneath the full moon singing forlorn songs
On tapestries featuring days long gone

I thought she danced there beyond the stars
But yet, here I found her among the scars
And it was as if obsidian shards
Stabbed deep into my heart

I listen for the drums
Of songs yet to be sung
The wings and fangs and lashing tongues
Spitting venom where corpses hung

Entwined with thorns
In vast thickets
Her spirit enchained
Bounded by tarnished trinkets

I long to touch but she remains from reach
It took eternity for her to teach
Me the value of immortality
When a god fades into obscurity

I swear she danced there beyond the stars
Mades of immortal light and still unscarred
Free of poisoning obsidian shards
But still she haunts my heart

In my darkest hour
My lost wilted flower
She reached out with fingers that burned
With, maybe, a promise of return