A Quintessence Of Dust

Mortal after all Too many graves in line This great departure Cruellest fate Touched by the shadows of life A bitter mark of living A broken bough on every tree Under the awful weight of darkness Such cold morbidity Ever forsaken, ever forgot A bitter blessing, a torch of woe Upon this bleak finality Between two blackened cliffs A piercing light, dying Fading between eternity The endless silence Bring out your dead! Cast to apocalyptic night Of the infinite release Under the abyssal sands Under eternity