Archaic Magic A Cenotaph Below the Cursed Moon

The hills affected by November's grim spell
Clothed the feeble robe with fiery enclaves
Interwoven by the deep of barren crowns
Atop rise the ashen marbly stronghold walls
The pathway hidden under the ardent coat
Persistently uphill till reach the cold mount

Across this uncanny realm scattered
The shrines of pallid supremacy
Drowning among the frayed fields they persist
The watchers old, ageless... Immortal
Inscriptions carved aforetime
Subsequently became obscure
The kingdom once a proud entirety
And once divided trebly
As a figured funeral shroud

To grace three distinct tombs
The ornaments & emblems ever the same
On each remembrance stone
Be it knight, mage, priest
A noble, an occult, a villain
All them aligned by upright eternity
Yet cut by bounds and laid on foreign soil

The rivers everflowing
And the mountains keen crests
Ordered to separate domains
To lift castles and watchtowers
Now countless ruined silent memorials
At the land below the cursed Moon