Alone, standing among the ***** grave fields,
a crystal cylinder, Tower of the Tortured,
aspiring towards the void.
Marred bars circulate the Tower's depth.
The walls of torture outlined and gave
deathly void substance.
Diamond souls refracted empty light.
The hollowed trees crawl their roots,
interlacing life and death.
Hovering, creeping downward, they
swayed suspended. Among the hung
and through the trails poised one.
Emanating empty vibration with no substance to grasp..
Crumpled story sheets rested upon a shore,
lost in oscillation. Stumbling entities
unknown to light, covered marsh black,
and layered in blight.
Rest their starred eyes once in infinite time
upon an alien language. Retrieved and returned
to the pillar of slime.
Fading ash whispers off into the night.
No one lived in that tower but the
Crystal King of Death himself, Soldier of Fallen Light.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
Alone, standing among the ***** grave fields,
a crystal cylinder, Tower of the Tortured,
aspiring towards the void.
Marred bars circulate the Tower's depth.
The walls of torture outlined and gave
deathly void substance.
Diamond souls refracted empty light.
The hollowed trees crawl their roots,
interlacing life and death.
Hovering, creeping downward, they
swayed suspended. Among the hung
and through the trails poised one.
Emanating empty vibration with no substance to grasp..
Crumpled story sheets rested upon a shore,
lost in oscillation. Stumbling entities
unknown to light, covered marsh black,
and layered in blight.
Rest their starred eyes once in infinite time
upon an alien language. Retrieved and returned
to the pillar of slime.
Fading ash whispers off into the night.
No one lived in that tower but the
Crystal King of Death himself, Soldier of Fallen Light.
