Miles Before I Sleep
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The city of Inkseeds rose from the desert Shining and decadent Somehow, it still stood I crossed through the gate The way worn by beggars and poets The only place a man can find satisfaction As the great ships of men crawled the waves to their destinies There were, after long years A number of tales lost in the mists of morning Even after the forgetting though Wisps of story find ways to receptive ears As even the deepest of secrets never truly dies When fires burn and the night grows soft in the void To the heavens And I cry to the north For guidance of God My sorrow, my pain is to infinity The spiral of life The fates of earth I pray with silver lining my eyes
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
The city of Drel rose from the sea Alone and cold, without air Breathing the ancients life giving essence Gather the excess Shape the world I am what I was You are what they will become The mist of the deep elder gleam Boreal and surreal Seas of enlightened poison The venom drips from her lips Down the jaw to the breasts The firmament and hеr daughters Born of a thousand young The man in black, the abhorrеnce The lesser man becomes god The greater man becomes the other The greater world of suffering A list of infinite knowledge A thirst of insatiable wisdom And Power Cast aside the rods of false idols You have found your new god
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
The city of Delta rose from the shadows of time From within, a man came to me Speaking in tongues and hidden phrases He told me of great wisdom Hidden in the trees And in the sun's watchful gaze As he soon departed The waves of Elmond swallowed him So I sat, in humble reflection, waiting
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
The city of Aes descended from the Sky Ages and ages I have wandered Looking through every library and every chasm in search For the lost book of the eternal age I seek my own immortality For I cannot live to wander more Who am I to grasp at such wisdom Through the caves in the west And the forgotten towns in the deserts The highest peaks Soaring The lowest depths Howling The deepest of waters Thе haunting silence of time Havе I become the oneironaut Dancing past the waters of Mournfell Or diving underneath the waves of R'lyeh I seek my own demise I follow my own path to self-destruction I am the keeper of the esoteric The lonely cultist and his dusted grimoire Of forgotten wisdom I have become a lost soul howling in the bleak vistae of space Wandering through empty fields of knowledge Searching endlessly through ink laden cacophony Who am I to follow the cult of the hedon If I am the only thing that is to be certain Who am I to follow the will of the masses Lest I tread my own path through the wood And rest at my home near the sea Alas, I am only so far away And there are many miles before I sleep
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026