A Shackled Birth

Feel free to explore  
This bottomless well  
Grip fast to the flagstone walls  
letting us in  
Shimmy down the sub-terra cavern  
as the god's peering light  
Dims faintly in these  
forsaken tombs  
 
The only sight , that there will to be  
Are the stretched out limbs  
Gripping the void so tightly  
Like a archetype  
Of your terror's guise
Beckoning the phantom flight  
And the succubine  
with her siren call  
Greeting us to the river
Where her old blood flows  
 
Through the ancient veins  
Of earth's reality  
Bringing shape and form  
To what does not exist  
But merely dwells
In the dark confines  
Of rustic satellite data ,  
Fallen to this specks great pull
 
From the graveyard shift  
To those murder fields  
We've written pasts  
In their resting place  
Just a drop of life  
From a needle prick  
Landing softly there  
We watch the spirits feast  
On this symbol of sympathy  
 
Don't waver now  
There's no turning back  
We've reached the cusp  
Of orders grip  
This is where chaos reigns  
With a static fist
Over mortal fear
And ageless death