Fatigue embraces me
 Amidst these mighty oaks
 Visions of escaping my flesh
 And soaring to another realm comforts

 All fear begins to take its leave
 A raven choir in boughs above
 Shriek dirges and deathlike hymns
 In a broken discordant chant

 Deciduous trees shed their leaves
 On the forest floor beside me
 Golden autumn in the shade of broken canopies
 'neath the pale sunlight
 Crows flock and gather
 Ignored, obscured and surreal
 To hunt among the brambles

 Falling twilight and the dusk sets in
 Eyes closing never to wake
 At the call of the carrion crow
 In howls of pleasant whispers

 And its marred flesh
 To soar beyond the mountainous plains
 Surrendering to the glow of the amber skies
 Though I drown in Charon's wake

 The beckoning winds unfold their invitation
 As twilight draws its deep curtain
 I disappear into the dusk of mine
 To join with the choirs of Asphodel
 And become bewitched by the sylph
 Drunk on the nectar of Ambrosia
 At the edge of the light

 I can taste the dew
 Of Heavenshores
 Shimmering in the air
 Of the Elysian Sanctum

 Yet the vines of deliverance
 Wrapped around my limbs
 Drag me to colourless waters
 In the silent courts
 Of moths...
 Of dust...