Luyện nghe bài hát IV (Interment)

I
I descend
I closed my and still these vistas rend

The sun... it's light so thing
Sickly, these pale shafts
At a gruesome fog, an entangling
the fenland air of pellucidity
Writhing chains of spiritual reach
And beckons a soul back into darkness

As the soils in welcome
A aperture to embrace a sundered spirit
Closing a withered fist
Around a of pale tissue

Weak - so weak
- frozen to the marrow
Encased by the frost of
I have nothing to give

Even my flesh presents
A cross-stitched tapestry of past
Pallid of spiritual exsanguination
Home to the dread-stare of listless eyes

Each limb a tendril of pain
A of suffering, a spite of torment
Aflame with gangrenous
This hemisphere of demands extinction

me

Yearning for

I beg for the embrace of the
A final resting place - marked only by a henge of trees

The cathedral stands,
A memorial to all those who walked within shadows

by the toil of the lost
Who sink without markings into the fathomless