Eternal Flight

Hope fades like an unwanted spectre, famished from the praises of its temple dwellers and immaculate clad serves, pouring jugs of perfume and wine, into insatiable altars.

Fear arises like an immortal god from a sarcophagus, holding in its grasp the regulations on how to stir the waters of discordance and sow pain in to the world of men.

Illumination ebbs through a crack on the wall, like water escaping its dungeon, leaving a howling darkness.

Only Ash and stone remains, plus the sunken steps, proof of the bones and skulls that once decorated the earth.

Nothing can be hidden from the sun

It all comes to light one day and goes back to it another day too.

Dues shall be paid by the perpetrators of doom, no matter how long it takes.

From the lips of the haters, the survivors are the dregs of the discarded land

But as everything has its time and phase, the puppeteer deities will one's be driven by the tendrils of light that still linger behind the dungeon walls.

The tombs will one day recede into their catacombs, and the dregs will possess the city as a promised people. But only for a millennium. Only for the curse to be upon us a generation after that.

It is a constant fight. One In which death and life battles for the millionth time immemorial.

- Eternal flight by Yefon Isabelle