Blacker Than

Atop gleaming stone pillars, sanguine refractions of light Crimson wound skies caress the jagged earth And the wind beckons me A darker landscape shrouds my mind, calling me closer The dreamscape defies time, a distant rumor A land forgotten History is this place Wretched visions beset tortured thoughts Towards the blackened fog I wander With my last glance I wield a smirk The voice fades, as does the sun Into the dreamscapes unknown Following shadows and visions that I've been shown History is this place Wretched visions beset tortured thoughts Towards the blackened fog Caverns of moss in the distance Shrieks echo and distort movement of shadows All the ever present inhabitants gather, like ash to flame Leading me closer to what I desire Greeted with purrs of remorse and endless gloom A faction long lost and sheltered by vines A ritual in place, stone stacked side by side