In Somber Dreams

In the distance she calls to me
I crawl towards her dying hymns
Through valleys of vast decay
And rotted, hanging limbs
I reach for the grey heavens aloft

Sinking further into the recess of my grave
A lost capsule of time to be
The relic of a forgotten world to remain
Cold wind sweeps the lifeless horizon
Mourning tears soak the ashen soil

Spirits weep under the pale Moon
Banish the burden forevermore
In somber dreams I meet my destiny

Transcending the oaken lore
Waiting beyond the frozen mist
Hovering atop my resting corpse
Moss entombs my weary eyes
Though I lie still and awake

A silent serenity of recollection
A barren lucidity driven before the stake
In my faint vision the open door is clear
And my weightless body drifts
Into the unknown