Garlands adorn a vessel for the sun
Skirting the outer edge of light
Heading for incineration.
Spectres glisten from within, innocent
Pushing souls aflame towards the glow.
Lament gives to soul
Spirit gives to sun
Radiance above.
Distance grows with time
A cloak of sadness enshrouds.
This ether grows thicker with the dark.
Frost froths at the mouth of a growing monolith
The deities arrive.
Withering oaks bite into the groundwork
All life given breath from death.
Sunlight fades to depravity.
Moonlight beckons constellations
Dancing lords of the deepest space and time.
These old thrones crumble with time
The growing night affects all.
The garlands line the ground in pure form
Shadows rising from their death.
Bright sunlight demure
Unwavering honor grown.
From ashes of one’s death.
Through all the oaks and intertwined
Lays a ray of hope from dead sunlight.
