Monumental Possession

In this undeadly raven eyes
layes winterstones of buried flesh
once held high by mortal men
holy and miserable
Then on my next gravethrone
I choose the thoughts for each colour
thrown upon lovly wall
for graceful visions and dreams
In the tunnel through fantasy and madness
trancemagic of my dimension
silent as the grave
By every passing curl
is each the shadows beneath
my glorious creations
Is my highest immortal