odd moth
Darkness falls o’er the shadowed tomb, O gloom,
There lingers still a dark, a dreary tomb.
The night’s black claws have wrapped me tight in doom,
A death that sweeps beneath me, full of gloom.
The hand of blood trembles, a tombed fate,
Across hell’s gates, silence lingers in fog.
Anguish coils, a serpent in my state,
As memories fade like ghosts along the abyss.
An eternity of lonesome death, enshrouded in mist,
A point with no end, no dawn to pierce the veil.
For am I forlorn, torn, and fully anguished,
Decayed, forevermore, decayed without avail
woven agate
steady rose