The Saturnine Chapel

Part the shadow, the chasm and the
 Night. Within the ancient Saldor
 Their awed voices are heard. Within the ruins
 They are echoing off the walls as reflections
 Of past saturnine deeds.
 Rituals scarred subtle worlds into existence
 And carried us into a magical substantiality.
 When in elder ruins silence breaches the wind,
 The reminiscence and the spirit awakens, bare
 Ground lays it's hearing upon the earths tersareth.
 Deafening it's centenary droning beat, a
 Timeless tone, an elegy of melancholy, born
 Out of nightly died away choirs.
 Accompanied by a necromantic heartfelt groan
 Hoary wisdom rises from perpetual devotion,
 Heaving a ceremonial sigh of resurrection.
 Part the shadow, the abyss and the night.
 Within the ancient Saldor their unwritten
 Words are heard. Within the ruins they
 Are echoing off the walls on cosmic paths
 Through times forlorn.
 Past rituals wove subtle worlds into existence
 And carried them into a magical substantiality.