- Shadow Earth -


Peace transcending,
Death unending -
The coffin is a relaxing bed,
Pine above you, pine beneath you,
Pine behind your hollow head.
Like the earth that surrounds you,
You are somehow without boundaries,
As part of the earth you become -
To the darkness, you succumb.
Life to death without devision-
All in all, sweet derision;
Chaos realized
As your thoughts are strewn awry.
Pieces lost to indecision,
As you strive for fresh revision,
And the burning incense of time
Ignites the empty flame of your hollow mind.
Your essence flows into surreality
As you search for elusive tranquility -
In the darkness - the soul's rebirth,
As you become assimilated into the shadow earth.


- (c)Scimitar Wraith - GOTHiC -