The Amber Light

The charred wood now stirs, somewhere truly lost

White haze to blur the years

The amber light, torturous writhe

Unconsciously enslaved and wrought, to the end

Siren by the drying brook, weak from this emptiness

That you feel, are you not just a dream?

Murder by the temple road, split from this existence

That you feared. This world will never be clean

Forlorn

Bittered, nevermore these words

Plagued by a chain of violent memories

Miles of winding orchard, weaving the ruins wide

Ceaselessly aflame and burning white

This weight

All, forlorn

Serotinal

I was prodigious

Strength, despite the cold asunder

Waste, in spite of life, you sacrifice

Winds, invite the dusty slumber

Time, relentlessly you destroy

A curse befalls dusk, somewhere truly lost

Unconsciously a slave to thought, in the end

Raging cataclysm, from the abysmal depths

Of the mind, escape the rising tide

Mist so unrelenting, under the jaded moon

Glowing through, a gift of amber bloom

This wait

Withered, nevermore this path

All of my peace has faded into dawn

Buried in the orchard, scalded of deception

Paralysed and silent as the grave

This weight

All, forlorn