Unyielding in the arms of eternity
Forgotten place once glimpsed in a dream
Imprisoned now in a vacuum abandoned by time.
Mirror world where no light ever shines.
If this is this the end, where are we going?
Who is this who walks in my footfalls?
Who, soundless, calls my name
Across the vastness of the immaterial plane?
Broken leaves underfoot, imprinted in the snow:
A fleeting memory of the past.
Pagan. Otherworld.
Lamenting a future that never was