A gust of callous breath and promise Before a shrine of haunting memoirs Of all I long to hold again Written in spells of Stygian starlight In words that paint eh distant ether And mask my wearied heart in ice Crystalline waves of evocation Descend from phantom fingertips To carry me far away from here From familiar rays of golden suns As poised before me the silhouette Beckons in silent tongue Paralyzed I lie in this enchanted shroud Buried alive, I close my eyes In her cold, inviting arms As tears fall from the heavens And flood this ruined cask To quench the deathless thirst Into the still of eternity, I sail Through ornate skies unknown These cursed wings my hearse Wring the blood from my veins Harvest the marrow from my bone And rest me upon a desolate apex Of solitude and stone