Emanations Before the Pythia

I dream of a cursed adyton
 Where the springs once sang
 Their songs resounding
 In haunted timber and joyful birds
 Their voice is now silent
 Quelled by the ages
 And now there is a stillness
 An air so familiar
 A palpable curse
 In the boughs of the timber
 Watching shadows dance
 Over the pools mirror
 There the light is cast
 And her face becomes clearer
 In the depths of the water
 A dulcet voice beckons
 Deep in the Earth
 Are the colours of the heavens
 We once left our bodies upon a mountain
 With calloused hands and blisters
 Emerging through the alpine torrents
 Falling into dusk as sisters
 You were like those vespertine flowers
 And I only knew you in their hours
 When we bask in this dream
 Our wills fall silent beneath the wells of this world
 Absence and scars are all we know
 Lone keening cries of the fauna
 Carry through the woods as a curse
 Crestfallen birds descend here
 And are the first to answer their call
 How is the air still yielding while these fires glow?
 We stare towards our descent below
 Into the traces of eternity waiting