the sacred vision
A fiery wind leapes into the mouth of a cursed crypt, charging through an empty asylumIt writhes in pain when slipping through the icy, barbed air of the hidden mausoleum
The wind lets out a terrified howl when entering the hall that was sealed
On a throne of bones, a spire of everscreaming, muted madness rises into darkness not revealed
A behemoth zealot stands guard by the altar at the steps of the thrones' stairs
A thousand eyes glimmers when disturbed by the wind, servants that crept here from their lairs
Fumes of blood ensnares the tormented wind and brings it before a monolith crowned with a halo of shadows
Runic prophecies burst into a ravenous zeal and a stairwell of incantations descends before the forlorn one Reborn that no god hallows...
Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2007-03-13 at 07:57
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