Burning Myrrh

Six trees sit beneath six arches
In a glass wrought armory, obsidian
Scavenging for firelight, hobbling
In the ruins of a pillory, crumbling
Heart moved like dead leaves (Dead leaves)
Run raw with intolerance (Intolerance)
Sand bubbling to glass (Glass)
Time spent in aberrance
Cavern is empty
Doorway is shut
Land is in love
Mingled with grief
A billowing cataract on a long polished gem
Joints scream, stone boils from within
A Silmaril clutched underneath permafrost
Machines whir, lonely dig belies the cost
A sigh of vapor rises amongst floral haze
Haunted arches resting soft betwixt their gaze
Cavern is empty (Cold without meaning)
Doorway is shut (Forever sealed)
Land is in love (Heart moved like dead leaves)
Mingled with grief (Union of aching)
Weeping ghost
Living warmth
Glowing blind
Pit of despair
Weeping ghost
Living warmth
Glowing blind
Pit of despair