Whispers in the Obsidian Shroud
Under The Floorboards / 7DS
Beneath the obsidian shroud of night,
a realm where shadows dwell.
We reign supreme–
the sovereigns of death’s eternal spell.
The air hangs heavy
with the echoes of final sighs,
where the rhythm of life surrenders
and existence slowly dies.
We are the inevitable end.
The cold embrace of the tomb.
A silent abyss where light cannot reach,
where life finds its doom.
Eyes wide with terror,
souls surrendered to our icy touch.
We are the culmination of all–
the inevitable, the much-feared clutch.
Through dreams once cherished
we tread with silent feet,
reaping life’s slumbering harvest
in the starless night’s retreat.
Each soul a fleeting shadow.
A whispered tale untold.
Beneath my scythe’s cold caress
vitality grows old.
No sanctuary can shelter.
No refuge can defend
from Death’s frost-kissed fingers
where life’s fleeting flame must end.
As dawn’s light surrenders
to twilight’s consuming hold,
we stand as an encompassing silence.
The last flicker of hope grows cold.
In the tomb’s tranquil embrace
where mortal forms decompose,
we linger as whispers
on the edge of life’s fading echoes.
I am the end.
The final sigh escaping from weary lips.
In the stillness of our eternal night
we wait with chilling fingertips.