Path

These consecrated lands,
Set in stone for centuries untold.
Exiled in the land of the perilous,
What once was, no longer is.

For I have felt the enemy at my bedside.
The terror which does encompass the flaws of human behavior was once blissful.
Times have faded into the ethereal and cold land which lies beyond the immense territory that rots the soul.

The shrieks penetrate the black of night.
I have seen the shadow which dwells in the incapacitated dwelling of the mind.
Absolution will arrive.