Shroud Of Frost

Anathema

Undying odyssey..... a myriad of times

The soul has seen

Through eyes of heaven

The imperium of earth

Nothing left to perceive

Help me to escape from this existence

I yearn for an answer... can you help me ?

I¹m drowning in a sea of abused visions and shattered dreams

In somnolent illusion... I¹m paralysed

Infinity distraction......

A pious human disorder

Blind to passage of souls

Conclusion from one remembrance

Help me to escape.....

Transfixed... I gaze through my window at a world lying under a shroud of frost. In a

forlorn stupor I feel the burning of staring eyes, yet no-one is here. Detached from reality,

in the knowing of dreams, we know the entity of ensuing agony waits to clasp us in its cold

breast, in an empty room. We awake and it¹s true. I dreamt of the sun¹s demise, awoke

to a bleak morning. In the emptiness I beheld face for the dead light is a foretelling of

what will be..... I saw a soul drift from life, through death, and arrive at Elysian fields in

welcoming song. Yet I stand in a dusk-filled room despondently watching the passing of a

kindred spirit... and there is no song... just a delusion of silence.