In the valley of death

muted memories of life flash by

on sealed tapestries


Shimmering lilies speckle
the moon drenched chasm floor


Voices call from the shadows

whispering melodies of freedoms 

unbeknownst to mortal man



The sun persistently lingers

on the cusp of twilight

resting on the peak

of distant mountains



I trudge onward

as darkness licks at my ankles

attempting to ****** me

into unholy union

with the Sarcophagus of Truth



I do not rear my head

I am steadfast, star-bound

Powerful in my will



I will reach the mountaintop

I will see the light