In the distance she calls to me I crawl towards her dying hymns Through valleys of vast decay And rotted, hanging limbs I reach for the grey heavens aloft Sinking further into the recess of my grave A lost capsule of time to be The relic of a forgotten world to remain Cold wind sweeps the lifeless horizon Mourning tears soak the ashen soil Spirits weep under the pale Moon Banish the burden forevermore In somber dreams I meet my destiny Transcending the oaken lore Waiting beyond the frozen mist Hovering atop my resting corpse Moss entombs my weary eyes Though I lie still and awake A silent serenity of recollection A barren lucidity driven before the stake In my faint vision the open door is clear And my weightless body drifts Into the unknown