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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

Words dissolved

Voices of eternity

No longer divided

Everything burns

Out of the dark

Reshaped existence

In the shadow-fields