In the fathoms of wit and reason

At the marvels of shredded flesh
Unfolded in tormenting beauty
A stone fell to the heart
And all was in vain

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 heaven
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