In Somber Dreams
In the distance she calls to me I crawl towards her dying hymns Through valleys of vast decay And rotted, hanging limbs I reach for the grey heavens aloft Sinking further into the recess of my grave A lost capsule of time to be The relic of a forgotten world to remain Cold wind sweeps the lifeless horizon Mourning tears soak the ashen soil Spirits weep under the pale moon Banish the burden forevermore In somber dreams I meet my destiny Transcending the oaken lore Waiting beyond the frozen mist Hovering atop my resting corpse Moss entombs my weary eyes Though I lie still and awake A silent serenity of recollection A barren lucidity driven before the stake In my faint vision the open door is clear And my weightless body drifts Into the unknown
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
My surroundings fading to black Though my sight is blinded still By the searing twilight above The haunting stare of the cold sun Bellowed cries speak my name From the distant void in death I dread They entrance my tiresome limbs A spiraling soul in a world bereft Fathering ruin guide me forth Through fields of grief and thorn Through the rivers that flow thick With the blood of our failures and scorn In the streams that carry our lost souls afloat Through the tranquility of everlasting woe Bury me in the sands of her waning arms As nameless I wash upon thе vacant shore
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
The host of a thousand sorrows This path before me I know not These limbs no longer my own Their whispers haunt my every thought In stasis, my cold body entrapped Lost in a world I hath forgot I hearken to the calling black Knowing there’s no turning back In a sunken state of tribulation I mourn the weeping dead And caress the urn of our misfortunes Clawing through the endless trench Toll the bell of absolution Of my suffering nevermore The solitude that which I seek Awaits me beyond the glowing door The host of a thousand sorrows This path before me I know not These limbs no longer my own Their whispers haunt my every thought Like dust in the carrying winds My traces here to vanish clean By the final hymn; forsaken
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
A burning candle to the night sky Your shadow coalesced with my own Beneath the glow of the distant moon I lay my faltered head upon the old stone A phantasm of memory Bestill my stricken heart’s lament Follow my aching vessel forth As I trudge along through the waiting arch As the breath of this familiar dusk Reaps my soul from these mortal ties On the other side may we meet again I open my sullen eyes in a waking oblivion In the void beyond I’ve long adored and sought Buried deep in forgotten chasms My deliverance in eternal sleep The grand harmony of silence Of tears I shall no longer weep
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026