Forever into oblivion

Like a flower that blooms on a fresh spring day
It overshadows before a fierce winter storm
The balance of what is, will be declared never
The thoughts that hunt me, and cloud me with resentment as I watch the Oak
Beneath What is buried?
Darkness slowly falls
It knows the dawn shall never come
A tear of hope blocks my vision
For the wind whispers the end

Like that of a leaveless tree

It is like that of leaveless tree
My shaky hands comfort what I can see
Through a vivsion of distorted color
A fine mist from the heavens freezes what it touches
I hunch over to get my breath while beads of sweat roll of my brow
The stillness moves me like that of death
The horizon burns with just a glare
The Oak which no longer exists is a symbol
there beauty and scent entrance me
Could it be a sign?
Unseen to Mortal Eyes Echoed screams break nocturnal silence,
Moonlight sets upon the cold labyrinth
Devilbirds breed in shadowy caves
Darkened skies have long been ablaze,
The beast reared forth from heaven
To plague across blackened shores
Doom clouds grow above
A thousand foul devour their young
The inhuman apparition casts its
Great SHadow, unseen to mortal eyes
Helpless lies the Goddess of light
Behold the vile legacy never-ending
Stare at the dismal smoke ascending
Through tyranny take rule of this Withered Earth
The spawn unseen to mortal eyes awakens beneath the dirt