Image drops
This cathedral I'm bestowed
Sulphur rain, from the ceiling above
I see past its thousand fold
This lonely place out here
With candle walls as flesh
Hence the maker came
Told me, of centuries pain
Of how they gathered here
To list their final songs
Thus it begun with a verse
Led by a chorus
Ending, with a timeless choir
Longing in its dark
Images drop
Now faster than before
Lay bare my hands
A reflecting pond
Resembling, evergreen pastures
Once a garden bestowed
Two worlds
Seemed right at the time, grew a distance
As reckoning came of who would be
The better faith?
Seems all worthless, now that I think of it
I witnessed decease
Over and over
Until it caught itself
Like a circle foretold
A purge in retrospect
Hearses lining beyond recovery
And in a moment's reverie
I, the wanderer begot
Traversing a deity upon
This barren earth, there stood a door
Amidst ruins sealed, wide
For the last man to open
And it begun with a verse
Led by a chorus
Ending, with a timeless choir
Ever repeating in its halls, I beset.
Alone, I light a torch. The faces on the walls are begging me to the put fire out, but despite their cries
"Your time is but a shadow, let it go"
This was inspired by something I saw many years ago. The idea popped up in me this week, and I just had this gothic feeling I needed to get out. I think this could work as a lyrics as well, but it's more like a poem than anything, so that's why I posted it here Watch the video, it's a beautiful piece of art...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msIjWthwWwI