The master called forth their students
To carve their names in stone
The eternal bond eroding the tablet
The cobble roaring and rolling
Along the beak of the mountain pass

The master chiseled their marks;
The students followed - their hammers
Slamming in unison, the sonorous ringing;
A symphony of erosion on the brittle plate

Elated by the performance, the stone screamed
It echoed through the valley

"Fear not", the master preached and turned to their students
"The bond of stone is as brittle as paper but holds our names for eternity"
They shackled a sevenfold amongst the surface and punctured the heavens

Glimmering in the sunlight, the incandescence of the molten stone
Passed through the iridium stakes - the fractured hammers

A carving of pain, created by the love the students held per desperation
Students of the broken stone, their efforts unspoken;
The mold of a statue of hope stood in eternity
Their love echoing through the valley

A brief gander out of the window sills
The dim candlelight flickers ever so vividly and lingers through
The fire awakens and its children, embers of the future withdraw
They take off and flow with the midwinter breeze

Amongst the ample tracts of land, amongst the foggy scenery of ice and snow
The amber extract of lightwaves pierce through the nocturnal blanket
The lilac sky merging with the cinnabar, umber and indigo
The soldiers, clad as such, marching through the grassland

And thus spoke the soldiers
Embedded in the gloom, marching through the dusty carpet
Consolidating rigid blocks amass
Caressing the cold, serene scenery in all its idyll

The sparkles dwindle at dusk
A solemn encounter between life and death - the soldiers collect them all
Many sparkles accumulate and dissipate when heaven takes in their children
Flourishing in tufts that lit the charcoal sky, a glistening canvas

I found myself amidst the elation, as I gazed amongst the starry abyss
The future stared back and smiled as I found myself frozen in time
The timeless idyll is ever so frightful, but a bliss as it fills my locket
Moonlight pass, timescape halts, landscape falls, shadows conquer

Time is ever so vague when the silver arises
The mirror of the soul, the children of the dim candlelights
They flicker ever so lively into eternity
They flicker and return home.

The cold rays landed on the surface
Boiling the earth in its radiance
For the morning so cold
The sun still holds
And warms our mother gaia

Why wouldn't birds bathe in the sunlight
As they travel from haven to haven
Why wouldn't the beetles traverse the grassland
Underneath the amber glow

The warm rays landed on the surface
Boiling the earth in its radiance
For the morning so cold
The sun still holds
And holds us dear

Respiratory chambers inhale the frigid air
And distorts its inner peace
Visions flounder and loud noises
As the water carresses its surface

The water retracts yet the peace remained violated
Simultaneously being unexposed to the change

I exhale but frail air merely makes me meek
To the fumes of an alternate similarity

The mere brushing of your skin against mine
The mere scent of roses lingered
I remembered your soft embrace
The faint breaths agains my chest

The eternal bond, before death's carress
In bliss I stood and looked in your eyes
They were dull yet dillated
And I traced your pale skin
Why are you asleep?

I did not avert my gaze as I found myself

Staring intently,
Pondering subsequently,

Deep down the draining abyss
That ****** in eveything around me

I was
             continuously gazing,
             permanently paralysed,

Neither the shadows would move
Nor my soul would leave their quarters

             Unbudging bridges,
             Overflowing ridges,
I saw

All that was left ****** down a vacuum
Of gleaming darkness

Light retracting,
Eyes refracting,

A dimension in the twilight realm as abstract as me

Empty husks roll past the meadow,
Cascading upon what seemed initially imperceptible,
Deducting from the nothingness ocurring
From the transdimensional planes

Broken bonds,
Drowned *****,

The pull was too strong as it consumed me whole

That vague representation cast by the sunlight
It talks, it waves and speaks to you, too.

That vague representation cast by the sunlight
It moves, it follows and listens to you.

The unreflective mirror that views you as you
It mimics, it presents, but in this gloom

When it comes and grabs you by the throat
Which is the shadow, you or you?