The Seer's Embrace

Ashes laid to dust
 Seventh seal opened
 A mind of wisdom
 The hour was known
 Final rites spoken
 Wake upon death
 The day of passing
 An alluring end
 The seer of grief has spoken
 Seeking hands flooded with void
 Grasping at fragile mist
 The ruins to hold and thrive
 Whisper of what remains
 Dwell amongst the silence
 Amongst the ashen dreams
 A wilderness of dry stones
 For the last year's words
 Are now shriveled voices
 Fate the new language
 Visions of past escape
 Wearied existence
 Shadows rise as greetings
 Scorched, savaged faces
 Breathe barren in fate
 Stone bunded eyes
 Gaze on rising wasteland
 For these roots that hold
 Feeble hands embrace
 Drowned in burnished haze
 Clutch and sink to a depart
 Savagely still, waiting
 Clothed in echoes gone
 Rose stained regrets
 Violet hours steadfast
 Days are passing
 Alluring ends
 Retreat from where such came
 Kneel to a dark sun
 Bow to a moon of blood
 Diadem, fallen knees