Whispering Spiritscapes

Black horses ride waveless skies
 Traversed as shapeless voids
 Blackless night and voidless light
 Words and symbols yet unseen
 Unhallowed deeds left unredeemed
 We dream within a greater dream
 The masque of despondency
 Tethered to the rippling gaze
 From behind which peers
 A black luminescence
 Beckoning to thee
 Alluring, yet repelling
 Unnering, perpetually recurring
 Obscure presence in the outer abyss
 Wisdom's muse or man's conception
 The voice of dreaming dissolves in creation
 Cloaked in tattered gravecloth
 I navigate the whispering spiritscapes
 "My child, you are receiving the primal matter,
 Understand the blindness and the
 dejection of your first condition"
 I long not for life
 I long not for death