Call Of The Carrion

Fatigue embraces me

Amidst these mighty oaks

Visions of escaping my flesh

And soaring to another realm comforts

All fear begins to take it's leave

A raven choir in boughs above

Shriek dirges and deathlike hymns

In a broken discordant chant

Deciduous trees she'd 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 it's 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 it's 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...