Jettegryta

The quiet forest
Before man came
A secret time before time
Giants’ steps thunder
Upon the mossy ground
Carving a hole
In ageless stone

The fallen
Barren walls
No escaping this

I’ve come to see
I will not return
Found no solace within
My darkened shrine

A quiet pulse
Impossibly far below
The wavelength of gateways
Markings felt deep
Instinctively alert
For the work to be done
Maps to the abyss

I will not return
Found no solace within
My darkened shrine
Words dissolved
Voices of eternity
No longer divided
Everything burns
Out of the dark
Reshaped existence
In the shadow fields
Reshaped existence
In the shadow fields