Funeral - In the Fathoms of Wit and Reason


At the marvels of shredded flesh 
Unfoldedin tormenting beauty, 
A stone fell to the heart 
And all was in vainN 

From ancient crypts arose 
That sibling of despair 
Spread like plague inside 
'Till all and hope was slain. 

Icy black 
The beacon of this riverside. 
Thread the crust 
With childish glee. 

Draw night from the domes of heven 
And step gently on the porch of death. 

Soon all stars will shine and play 
Merrily on our skeletal keys. 
There will be silence and night 
Like none had ever dreamt, 
Even in the fathoms of wit and reason. 

So lay to rest 
'Neath crying pines 
When dusk brings rain. 
Copper tongue, it must be death 
Flooding, my mouth and muse tonight. 

Your time will come 
In cryptic images.

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