Ghostly mournings

Ghostly mournings
From my watchful spirit
Cries the final spell
To summon a new creation
Molded by my will
I the last remnant ghost
Tend the gardens black
Bearer of the manuscript
My sorrow is emmense

For one fleeting momment
A spark of crimson grew
Within this barren realm
My ghostly eyes did see
Overwhelmed by the misery
I gave this fatal try
I cannot but should I fail
A ritual death to die

In nomine

Ghostly
Mournings
Of forbidden
Rituals

For once the forbidden
Ritual songs were sung
I the last observer of
Into the abyss was flung
No more was existence
For I had took it there
My abscence stays nothingness
For eons' infinity