The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock slumber guarded by casket locked Lips grope silence ‘ever more rasping thought, remembers whispered lore Outstretched palms the roots do clench tranquility stilled by festered stench And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar ignites no life, but collapsed star Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp bones brittle snap within her clasp A lonesome howl the moon does draw vigil broken, it twists its maw Upon an arena of endless stone the granite gates they’ve passed alone And entered a world of burning eyes eluded the judge of smoldering cries A faultless gait, no stumbled draw a reaping brought by scythe and claw Opal edge which shrouds a cause aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws Dictate a script, the stars can share an open secret, a language bare Steps continue, feet are drawn across gray grass, undying pawn