Another Cycle

Imprisoned several thousand years I have awaited you, oh, obsidian seer Palm of iniquity A reliquary withstands My sincere welcoming Of a voiceless despair Voidless, yet flourishing Voidless, a life contrived Voiceless, yet alive in the end Voiceless, a part of another cycle It stills the air and swallows control It conquers the worst in us and ensnares Our souls and so we exist without question Living amongst those Cradled to necessary fate I suppose this is the end Within our eyes, our eyes Your will a part of me My favor undying for you Rot in dampened 'neath Gaze upon the gloam as it drips Festering Forgotten