The Land of a Colder Sun

I. (It is upon where you lay): In a land infested by woodlands, where sunlight had forever escaped the bitter fruits of darkness took endeavourers' souls and unjustly raped; black candles dance, lighting the cold, stone path that leads the way, and under their flicking lure, upon the cadaverous earth is where one does lay the forest's breath exhales through the deciduous woodlands in a hostile breeze and laying there in the wet and gummy soil is one among the festering leaves; awaken amid to the melodic baying of the wolves where one is caressed, his heart began to freeze as perdition's ice pierced through his chest suddenly, the ice began to melt bringing to his heart a new life's beat he awoke again amid the howling wolves under the descending sleet; by the vigilant trees he was brought through their nurturing womb placing a new life within his heart under the bright and adorning moon II. (It is upon where you stand): In the mist where orchids were forgotten on these dark and icy hills is the avid disgrace where verdant beauty presently leaks and spills; one now stands where the grand nooses of nebulous-suicide had failed and through living and trembling flesh obsidian shards impaled by the trees and the past meadow land, far away from home a trail of sickness leads to one as flocks seek to find one alone; with the scent of plague and the fragrance of eternal night, one stands on unhallowed ground, under the moon's ambient light one follows the seldom used path in detestation of its adventure and in fear and wonder creates the reveries of an unknown creator, for question lies on what lurks in the forests of this unnerving land; onto the cadaverous earth is where one dares not stand III. (It is not upon what you see): Pale, crowned by fallen leaves in bitter knowing, one stands: one gathers the essence of all things mortal with cold immortal hands; the principle of spiritual evolution has now been recalled in the heart of the whispering forest where one stands enthralled Embraced in the arms of the ancient, dead trees of oak where in the noose of peered Luna, the hidden one is to re-invoke; with darkness at one's own, embrace thee in spellbinding eyes, tearing deeper through the fire of life that never dies and now the trees are burning, tearing death crops asunder, useless blackened remains of what was damnation's lumber: from the eternal soil one rose, veiled in darkness, shipwrecked on its shore losing all light, losing its glow, for one the sun rose no more. - END -