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there were vultures preying on the dead nameless

calling from beyond the fathomless depths

a sea engulfing tranquility, unquiet

serpents glow through benighted murkiness

and we're plowing through pillars of submerging forests

beneath a rotting cloak of perished mosses

like an embryo birthed to a pale lifeless form

the vessels are wrecked by a noxious anthem

tunnels and lights concealed in gloom

a somber sunrise drowns in apathy

the passage opens to serene termination

Where are the days of rainbows?

Hand me this wine of communion to forget

Times of happiness? Oh the hours of emptiness

...so cunning are the waves of comfort

only to be thrown onto a shallow bay

this vessel is wrecked.

and we fell through a nonchalant haze of grey

the dying sun no longer sends its rays

below the canopy of the ancients

beneath the tiers of a thousand years

where the light has been absent for centuries

from under the soil

giant caverns extend for miles

in the beautiful abyss

walled in by black roots

of decaying shipwrecks

a subterranean lake glistens

and when will it ask for my breath?

Where are the days of rainbows?

Hand me this wine of communion to forget

Times of happiness? Oh the hours of emptiness

(in the arms of the absurd)

so cunning are the waves of comfort

only to be thrown onto a shallow bay

this vessel is wrecked.