Thy Serpent - Forests Of Witchery

As it to hasten the fading glow of the sun,
nocturnal insects rise in their constant hum
The humid earth responde to Twilight's call,
sending forth the mists of evenfall...

Into shades of grey the evergreen's subdued
by my feet, flowers of Witchery are abloom
Bittersweet scented in this late summer night
human consciousness penetrated with starlight

A journey will begin here ; onerous thoughts drift to me
now as the powers of nature are manifest
The meadow grows into an alien garden of plenitude
Destination unknown, sanity put to a test

The Glacial epoch brought these moss covered stones
on which I stir from the grasp of restless dreams.
I feel a chilly breath pass through my hollow bones
the reign of summer will soon be dethroned

Like a corpse rotting in a rack
or wintry winds coming over fast
It is all reminder of a single fact ;
all life held so dear is only here to pass