Upon These Stones

Drawn to sacred earth again One final breath Wisdom of the few Upon these stones of power Lurking mouling minds Sweet poison falls like rain The might of the fallen passed down Seeking solitude against the few Minds open to the path ahead Enlightened state mistaken for sickness So many questions, so little answers The hymns of nature never heard Lurking mouling minds Sweet poison falls like rain The might of the fallen passed down Seeking solitude against the few

Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 08, 2025