my soul in foreign lands, forgotten 1

The map unrolls, a skin of dust where landmarks shift like whispers lost to a gust. I trace a fracture, jagged, unfamiliar... place where my phantom feet wandered, chillier than memory allows. A tongue they spoke is lost... A melody unheard of, at dearly paid cost within the crumbling walls of an infernal keep... A cracked, blackened mirror shows a face though the eyes hold echoes of a storm! The history etched strangely warm borrowed grief, a second skin I wear conceals scars, wounds I cannot bear. A raven calls from a bleached white tree a language older than time, the bones of me. Its shadow stretches, long n out of place across a sun-blackened, desolate place. In this dreamscape, my essence fled. A testament of words better unsaid, unread! Foreign soil clings, stubborn, dark embrace reflecting back lost a vacant face. In stillness, a faint whisper sighs you search mirrored eyes meaning n memories... A land you left behind names you can't recall or hide... A journey destined to fall...further inward strangest sights reside as I… Dissolve upon the burning tide.