This Inferno of Silence

We cast Long shadows into the past. They cover buried things of something vast. They cover the bones of things better left unknown. Optic vision fires flair and cracks at the revelations. Insane holy and profane, settling deep in the back of memories, remain only fine dust settles on Eons empire in vacant halls. Alone, cold sitting in empty shadows, a sound drone's impressions drown delayed hands absently keep a rhythmic beat. Only chimes echo along hollow halls as the hands keep marking the hour. Deep is this inferno of silence shadows casting visions into the past. We cast Long shadows into the past. That cover buried things of something vast. They cover the bones of things better left unknown. Yeah...