Fatigue embraces me Amidst these mighty oaks Visions of escaping my flesh And soaring to another realm comforts All fear begins to take its leave A raven choir in boughs above Shriek dirges and d**hlike hymns In a broken discordant chant Deciduous trees shed their leaves On the forest floor beside me Golden autumn in the shade of broken canopies 'neath the pale sunlight Crows flock and gather Ignored, obscured and surreal To hunt among the brambles Falling twilight and the dusk sets in Eyes closing never to wake At the call of the carrion crow In howls of pleasant whispers To leave this wretched body And its marred flesh To soar beyond the mountainous plains Surrendering to the glow of the amber skies Though I drown in Charon's wake The beckoning winds unfold their invitation As twilight draws its deep curtain I disappear into the dusk of mine To join with the choirs of Asphodel And become bewitched by the sylph Drunk on the nectar of Ambrosia At the edge of the light I can taste the dew Of Heavenshores Shimmering in the air Of the Elysian Sanctum Yet the vines of deliverance Wrapped around my limbs Drag me to colourless waters In the silent courts Of moths... Of dust...