Of a Past Forlorn

Purge and emanate
In hideous transformation
Into the embrace of the grave
The dark suffering of obscurity
Within obsidian caverns
Ten million pits rotate in a maze
Permeate and embolden the bestial structure
The wrath of beauty shall infest with desire
To be whole before the grace of death’s presence
Where plagues swarm and infect agonized flesh
Around intricate and deadly columns
Absorb and become
Through pestilential graveyards in moldering torment
Elongated over time, the agony of purification
The call of great thundering aeons
Resounding from the deep
Shattering mountains
As the seas give birth
To the coming dawn…
Purge and emanate
In hideous transformation
Into the embrace of the grave
The dark suffering of obscurity
Desecrated memories of a past forlorn
Lay burning in the fields of paradise
My enshrined soul perpetuates and expands
Into the dark beyond of a past forlorn…