Crepuscular - Despite Exile

The scent of rotting time

Entices the vultures

To feast upon our marrow

We sit silenced by the blinding dusk of an age

Where every form draws back

Trapped in matter

There is no conflict

Only chasms

Of spiraling nothingness

Is there a home we belong to?

Are we just shadows?

Are we just the shades

We see gliding through these walls?

Forsaken into the deepest gray

Hoping for the day when we’ll be

Diving into pure energy

Fettered into the dark of this cave

Despite our exile

Our will shall rise