Death-obsessed -- dreams of finding this place of eternal rest
I wander the woods of the north
I follow these cryptic winds
This forgotten pathway through the over-nourished oak leads me to a monolith
Spectral visions.
A place that once thrived -
Ancient an
d beautiful as it was
The throng danced under the moon
Ceremonial drum and the sounds of the forest filled the night sky
Torment.
Immolation.
Weeping women and children through times of war.
A civilization reduced to ash
Deeply distraught and dazed,
I walked towards the stone where I find my initials engraved.
This forest is now my tomb.
''Captivated...''
It is your beauty
It is your prepossessing shades
It is your voice...
That brings meaning to a meaningless existence.
The cool breeze whispers my name,
"What is it that you see in me?
You've traveled this aimless odyssey for far too long."
Pointless continued efforts.
I have been served the quietus to my journey.
It is your beauty
It is your prepossessing shades
It is your voice...
That brings meaning to a meaningless existence.
But it your beauty
It is your prepossessing shades
It is your voice that gives meaning to my meaningless life
I am captivated
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The throng danced under the moon
Ceremonial drum and the sounds of the forest filled the night sky
Torment.
Immolation.
Weeping women and children through times of war.
A civilization reduced to ash
Deeply distraught and dazed,
I walked towards the stone where I find my initials engraved.
This forest is now my tomb.
''Captivated...''
It is your beauty
It is your prepossessing shades
It is your voice...
That brings meaning to a meaningless existence.
The cool breeze whispers my name,
"What is it that you see in me?
You've traveled this aimless odyssey for far too long."
Pointless continued efforts.
I have been served the quietus to my journey.
It is your beauty
It is your prepossessing shades
It is your voice...
That brings meaning to a meaningless existence.
But it your beauty
It is your prepossessing shades
It is your voice that gives meaning to my meaningless life
I am captivated