Blacker Than

Atop gleaming stone pillars, sanguine refractions of light
 Crimson wound skies caress the jagged earth
 And the wind beckons me
 A darker landscape shrouds my mind, calling me closer
 The dreamscape defies time, a distant rumor
 A land forgotten
 History is this place
 Wretched visions beset tortured thoughts
 Towards the blackened fog I wander
 With my last glance I wield a smirk
 The voice fades, as does the sun
 Into the dreamscapes unknown
 Following shadows and visions that I've been shown
 History is this place
 Wretched visions beset tortured thoughts
 Towards the blackened fog
 Caverns of moss in the distance
 Shrieks echo and distort movement of shadows
 All the ever present inhabitants gather, like ash to flame
 Leading me closer to what I desire
 Greeted with purrs of remorse and endless gloom
 A faction long lost and sheltered by vines
 A ritual in place, stone stacked side by side