By Succubus


A CLOCK CHIMES AND THE ECHO RESOUNDS THROUGH MY DREAMS.

I SEE THE TEMPLE OF TRUTH AND LIGHT,
BUT SPACE FILLS THE LAND BETWEEN.
EACH WAY I SEARCH
THE PATH ENDS IN NOTHING--
THE TEMPLE TAUNTING
WITH IT'S ISOLATION
YET WELCOMING AS WELL.

THE TIGER STOPS TO CONVERSE:
WE SPEAK IN UNISON.
OUR VOICES ARE ONE,
OUR EYES ARE ONE,
OUR DESIRE ONE.

TO THE EAST,
THE SUN BEHIND A ROW OF CROSSES.
TO THE WEST,
A BODY SWINGS FROM A TREE,
THE BLOODY LEAVINGS
OF CARRION CROWS.

DRAWN AM I TO THE WEST,
THE END,
THE HORROR OF COMPLETION
AND ROTTING PUTREFACTION.
DRAWN, I FOLLOW THE STORY TO IT'S END.

ALONG THE WAY,
I PASS A PILE OF BONES--
AND KNOW THEM TO BE MINE.