framing a tilted horizon

naked and devoid of luster

a crippled gothic window

cling to a rusted hinge

succumb to ivy's embrace

and her poison lullaby

his numb spirit wallow

in the mire of unknowing

while the altar of doom awaits

his imminent fall

and marriage to oblivion

lurking in desolation

on the cold marble floor

shattered mirrors

a million fiery eyes

sleeplessly waiting

waiting

devouring shrouded corpses

marching in the sky

ravens on their urgent flight

blazing wrath of the sun god

piercing through the crumbling wall

deadly glances

devouring fragments of time

devouring their own reflections

weaving through staggering doors

and lamenting empty halls

echoes of freezing wind

whisper

hymns of melancholy

gnawing melancholy

sending stray butterflies

fleeing in faceless fear

back into their cocoons

floating in stillness

back to their nightmares

in the darkest side of limbo

-rishab