Further Below: I


And but for bramble through broken bones

moss covered trees and paths

where I am laid,  


In areas of black stone, I am laid;

Laid out quietly among dead things

Among plots and moss covered graves,

I lay,

Here, in my quiet

Cool dark forgotten ways

And into the cities down below

I now feel I must go,

And leave behind that which once held me

Dear and sacred, as once precious stones

Under trees, and under paths

They wind and take me

Further below

Further below

Further below,

I feel I must now go

Unto the cities, Down Below,

Lying now,

Lying Neath my stone of fate,

Pondering things both small and great

But quickly before I lose my faith

And stumble upon things

Vile an strange

And but for fear of falling more

falling further in my grave

And though I now know my heart beats now dead

I still fear

Fear that, which I must go,

Of fear said I?

Yes, said a voice

For black & vile things now slither

Tumbling forward

You their dinner

Father save me,

Father save me

I now plead

Let be that which I once believed

No, no there is no more said the voice

For now what was once a man

Is subject to the 2nd laws

And returns to things, of dust and bones

The voice now stopped

Grabbing me

And taking me further


Further to that which belongs below
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