Defeated by the weak are the strong that are few denied alone, ending enduring to persist upon paths charred to barren wastelands as bloodied thorns traversed for want of roses yet grown in throes, astray, wilted gardens elsewhere. Yielded from the earth through voids of concrete, structures of the earth's blood eat and churn of the Tree's soil. She observes the thirst of dark industries - shadows upon the landscape. These apparitions repeat, sprawling sires they speak unfathomably and remain trapped of the past betwixt the broken shards of their making. 4113034 Where ashen skies weep their greave, her dress of sloe-ebon pon tears of forever autumn, the forest beyond sways in predominant hymns 'neath the darkened sky. She watches silently the falling rain amongst verdant gardens. Some time from now, existence is hinged on the near-sight of man. Their leviathans reduce organism to dust and debris, Silence will tell of a time when creatures roamed in a distant dream they called life. The rush of ill-fated repetition rises with dawn - a catastrophe of heat and flames from blackened engines feed, Ancient underworld streams of death brought from the depths, consumed in the laughter of exhaust. Faded of things reversed, reflected. the infinatealternate as she wanders the eternal dream silently. DeathMaiden. Forever lone beset by nocturns as a ghost. The sentient orb awakens from eons of slumber. Her cyclic endeavor is heard in the crashing of waves, in the forming of mountains - her twin stars resonate, pulling her through existence, bestowing gifts of season. The smoking obsidian cracks, a shard of blackened grey 'neath the veil of dream weavers where all is wrought. Look deep into the black glass-like stone, for it too looks back into thee. And so the storm beckons in deep tones. What is to be understood upon the planes of all and nothing? This ocean of black 'neath a red sky, paralysis of the body upon a distant thought. The subconscious awakens - what then is reality? But a thought to ponder if such inner paths may manifest Long dead, they rust beneath the earth - vestiges passed through the bleak decades, forefathers erode in unfinished tasks, driven to their end by black designs. The hour strikes twelve in hymns to the night, moonlight illuminates patterns of spring and the silver rain of storms. Sacrifice poised from the disciplined mind, the Dalikist observes autumn relenting to winter and embraces the cold. Through the harsh purification of white, death is beheld. Lo to the blinded, red skies bear imminent gainst the cold blackness of humanity's ashes. The Wind scented a synthetic flame, Mechanical snakes scale the riddled husk as silence reigns of absence and life bereft. 1952163 The once verdant forest of dreams-passed. A lost wisdom within the seed of growth, strayed -- magick now arcane. Grey mists of evereve amidst the ageless wood of dark, how the cold branches claw. Funeral chimes denote cold and rain, a slow march through the fray of existence, laboring to traverse the grave, to set the remains and let rest beneath the earth. Betwixt the risen plates of eons past, the path, brought of thorned archways from whence there came, hooded, cast, through realms wreathed in black at last to stand afore and gaze. The Raven stretches forth her wings, glinting beneath the descent of snow, she yields to moonlit paths deep within the woods, where from a glade there juts the stones of burial. Their blood runs deep and strong through the ages whence the earth drank, radiant memories passed - As forefathers that march toward the fray of battle. Vast oceans churn with ease for millennia, passing hues of blue green and black into the darkness of human consciousness. The great flood rears the formation of life anew. Companion, thou art lost, fettered by distant chains that conspired to teach bereavement. A message in a bottle, alas the language is forgotten. Vital stream unto the glimmering glass of grey, The distant tides of death blood-shaded as they torment the barren shore. The banks of silence - Medium - specters unseen as stillness envelopes all upon the dead plains. The toil of power and structure yields to its own failure, This inanimate clockwork has repeated it's downfall since the dawn of remembrance - Men have sought to build empires upon shifting sand, they all have crumbled. Inhaling dark and stillness, therein whisper'd splashes of voice in stone, Ancient has it come -- 'neath veil and cloak and clutch'd 'midst the white tempest, these desolate plains bid us forgotten lore. Dark blood issues from the nearby trees and soil, matter is drunk from the earth, the specters of children rush through the wood, luring stragglers of these lands to join them. Wreathed in black stands she, pale and ebon veiled, frail 'gainst the tides of dark. Borne unto the day - ominous whispers enshroud the lake of memory, obsidian wraith entangled wing, the silver splash whispers her name. And all are borne to silence as the sun submits. Follow unto the ancient gray stone as a.Murder.of.Ravens.Embraces.the.Eclipse toward a blackened-wrought sky, for them does the Ashter await whilst etching riddles of their esoteric glade. The stepps of Acheron seethe with infernal regard, spewing forth the essence of Hades, black flames illuminate ancient subterranean paths of deaths and afterlives as traversed by incarnate souls ad infinitum. O Negative crimson, how thy poureth from an August wound unto a silver platter, of paths rent asunder in the warm flow of blood, laughing finally at the unseen design of death's season which grows colder still. Hollow and dying 'neath the silver rain a leafless tree clings to the barren rock. Shadow.torment.eroded.figure -- motionlessly. 'End' back to the darkness whence it came - the mountain dies and all fades. Neath the inclement wrath, their twisted states of agony, trapped deep within - longanimity of the unseen, unknown. Haunted - a litany of hushed thought amidst the saddened calm. As the swirling ebon stream of life flows shallow. Thy black wings are as hope - broken and indifferent. Solidify, creature of despair. Unto thee thy torment enshrouds, thy heart as stone, thy cave forgotten. Weaved 'neath the blue hue of moonlight, awaiting.. watching the ebon clouds, bidding the scent of ageless forests. And so the night's pulse implores.. eternal within this cycle of dark tranquility.