He rises...

In our thoughts
Daemons...
...as they are

Dimensions apart
Where no man
may duel

Dreams hold the keys
that open doors
to worlds beyond

Wise souls gather
in the feast of abandoned sense
and knowledge not tainted

Glass into shards of
liquid earth,
the mirror's broken
see through it

Walking the path
through the cave
ancient, forbidding
cold, grotesque

Then I look back
only to behold
nothingness, emptiness
utter darkness, my doom

What lies ahead
I dare not to think
Fear? I sense not
so I walk on

Each step I leave behind
Drowns into blackness
ahead an alien sight
inanimate, yet approaching

Voices or whispers
both or none
dark or light
but surely cold

As shadows gather
He Rises...
As shadows gather
I Rise...