Woeful wraith, obscured in veils of stalking night Once again, reliving the final fragments of a bygone dream Too long, you have languished in this desolate place Perdition of your soul, suffer now forevermore With a glance that turned my heart blood to frost She descended each stair with unearthly grace The dustridden scent of abandoned tombs, like perfume Awakened by an unrevealed longing, perhaps to live again Free from the pains of mortality, the vast unknown The frail dreams of life buried deep beneath the confinements of earth Sleep again, restless Eidolon Return to nonexistence, tranquillity in the silence of coffins Your eyes of misted glass Mesmerise and who but I drawn forward Lost in a reverie of tears With a voice long forsaken A promise of eternal bliss was spoken Turning away from that aura of coldest intent For I saw nothingness A blackest chasm of despair And yet I still covet thee
dustridden, mesmerise, misted, languished, eidolon