The Roaring Voice of the God of Death
Journeys do end
So others begin�
Greeted by echoes
Of the Unseen�
Abandonment
Is the Harbinger of abstraction
Essence of dreams - dreams of realities
Beyond and Within
The claws of the Black One thrust forth,
Tearing the "I" asunder.
Abandonment�
Frail� to the point of non-existence
Abandoning the husk of flesh
Towards transcendence�
The Roaring Voice of the God of Death
Drinking of Heaven
On the roof of the World�
Outside a shell
So fragile and cold�
Joining the echoes
Of the Unseen�