"The
great abyss waits for the souls of the undeclared"
Windows
shuttered to the world outside,
doors
forever sealed against the pain,
empty
chambers whisper tales of longing,
mortal
souls lost in the corridors of hell.
"The
emptiness of time will blind the un-enlightened"
Runes
that speak loud to darkened hearts,
words
dancing in the grim of evermore,
resounding
in their sad unspoken truth
reminisce
on the shadows of the past.
"Oblivion
awaits the undecided"
Path
leading forward going nowhere,
stationary
crossroads seeks direction,
way
ahead re-routes unto itself,
journey
without end begins again.
"All
will be tested, few will be spared"
Over
and again he read the words,
fragments
of his life flowed in their meaning,
stagnant
in the boundaries of his mind,
over
and again he failed to see.
©
Fergus Martin
Nov
2014
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