The Wind & The Old Willows

Autumn avid mist coats the vast spaces
 Homeland devoured by the weeping firmament
 Grey horizons unfurl
 Limbs embrace the darkened plains
 A distant forest looming far away
 A cheer to enter the sinister dark
 I pass this Earth as the bleak frozen undead
 Beset amongst the hideous pest
 Adorned in carnal shield
 The upper morbid evil domains
 I ever wander in solitude my own places of worship
 Ascending the thrones of great ominous mystery
 The October sunset lured me to the moors again
 To grasp and immerse into sullen desolate aura
 The wind sang to surge the Heaven's serenity
 The ravens echoed upwards their discord tune
 The old willows watched bowing their rugged heads
 The shimmering starlight reflected in my eyes
 And death - the pale spectre carried soul
 To her unfathomed mighty empress - infinity
 Then I left the misty humid realm
 And entered the uncanny meadows
 Ornate in grief none might obtain
 Yet armed in hateful highness...