Compendium - Elder

Born upon the cusp of revelation

A consciousness awakened by the dawn

A primitive undying fascination

Moved the hand that carved into the stone

Faces change, thought returns to dust

Ashen countenance, holy rust

I am compendium

Trapped inside the cultish hall of mirrors

Taught to worship self-destructing flaws

Running now, the ravens getting nearer

Fighting off the gnashing of the claws

This is the weight of heartbreak

This is the weight of life

A thunder at the temple

Silencing endless strife