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in the dream of infinity

in the forest of ancient power

in the land where time has lost its strength

in the vast eternal mist

the crystal's energy is waxing

along with the moon

the cloudcarpet of fog

swarms low on the ground

the white face of darkest night

rises above all,

a full circle of limitless power

as channeled through the runes of ancient

the planets spin onwards

and onwards and onwards

through endless space,

the open vast cosmos.

the planets spin onwards

until the end of time....

rushing black water, beneath

something unknown

something incomprehensible.

a figure in revelry, caught

in the carnal acts of profane rites

unashamedly observed

unashamedly crooked

"what's that dancing on the riverbed?"

it is the end of all things.