Jettegryta

The quiet forest
Before man came
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
I will not return
Found no solace within my
Darkened shrine
Worlds dissolved
Voices of eternity
No longer divided
Everything burns
Out of the dark
Reshaped existence
In the shadow-fields
In the shadow-fields