Disfigured bastions tower high
Dwell so far beyond the kingdom of the grave
Tanked aloft in the emerald seas
To molder away

From the cinders to the arc
Dread will dissipate along with shape
Thrones rebuilt on broken ground
In your wake, headlong into beyond

Shepherded to the other side (within you now)
Meshed by mildew and mothered by the trees
Convoy of the earthly realms (I see it now)
Soul surrendered to the timbered bough