Burning Myrrh

Six trees sit beneath (Six arches)

In a glass wrought armory (Obsidian)

Scavenging for firelight (Hobbling)

In the ruins of a pillory (Crumbling)

Heart moved like dead leaves

Run raw with intolerance

Sand bubbling to glass

Time spent in aberrance

Cavern is empty

Doorway is shut

Land is in love

Mingled with grief

A billowing cataract on a long polished gem

Joints scream, stone boils from within

A Silmaril clutched underneath permafrost

Machines whirr, lonely dig belies the cost

A sigh of vapor rises amongst floral haze

Haunted arches resting soft betwixt their gaze

Cavern is empty (Cold without meaning)

Doorway is shut (Forever sealed)

Land is in love (Heart moved like dead leaves)

Mingled with grief (Union of aching)

Weeping ghost

Living warmth

Glowing blind

Pit of despair

Weeping ghost

Living warmth

Glowing blind

Pit of despair