You've come again tonight, to hear of tales, of long sea stories
You've come to watch within twilight, so I know that you'd want
To hear about all the wonders, magic and past glories

But now you sit, quite content in thought, I will, in low whispers now
Tell you a thing; dimension is only a metaphor of placement, the matter deep
Stir just enough so I see you're not distraught, hear the soft undertones
As I speak now of a place that must always sleep

It is a realm of the dead, it has been bordering every path we walk
But no one ever views its roads that they tread, so it seems as though
It never was, that it could ever be, that it exists not

Close your eyes here, image this shape of all sides of a known world
It cannot disappear nor does it escape, so the displacement aligns
Let it sink into rivers below the dauntless gloom, of what you may think
And so enter this world, disguised of its own designs

I know the glow of the lantern and the overgrowth of thorn and spines
I'd lay awake remembering the clouds of dismal sky's containment and hold
In the overhead of night, above the vines, the cloud of smoke entwines
It may seem that I barely move, now that I hardly breathe this remnant old

And as I stare in an empty gaze, be it not the desolate paths I seek
For there was always a spark from beyond the boundaries of the realm
Though I have spoken quietly, the effects of its darkest corners bleak
It is showing that not I, 'twas never me, but the realm that was under a spell

Softly dispersing clouds, dull amber masks the air as the ghosts of Venus
Where north waters are oceans of Obeia, but are shielded for the moon
The sun turns on twelve circles, with the absence of time it will leave us
Falling below airs of thickly fog, then sinking below the Sands of Doom

Here one dark gate is opened on the castle's eerie, empty floor
There is another that hides something more cryptic beneath its dust
It will be there you'll find a hidden hall of darkness, past earthen door
When you know of desire to turn back, it's reasoning that you must

For beyond certain points, below black, still pools, death has this mark
It will never be one of water, wounds or blood, but a single heavy root
The bottommost center stays, as outside the subtle motion touches the bark
Never stay for any long moment within its spell, for the voids expand mute

Yes, you can hear some far off noise, and maybe even voices unclear
This place yet sleeps, therefore if silence is the dominate force, unnerving
Then it remains true to its former quark, although balances fear
It will seize you that time weighed heavily here, untrue for it's reversing

This sedentary obverse, do you see how time cannot in any form enter this place?
For if it were that time effects its slumber, then upon all eyes it can be seen
Of course shadow returns again, those who may look, can feel the blank face
It makes for a long tale, a night-side lament, but of itself, leaves no being

Now look upon this place, do you not see lonely lengths of time in stone?
I know how hard it is to define any solid lines for the gray cover of dust
You'll wander without the guidance of minutes passing, neither voice or tone
You'll have to learn how to cause the vibrance to shake what once was

And the stone, that which is conducted through both worlds, hard and cloaked
Telling the accounts of time and passage without fading with those ages
But even in the realm of the dead, it seems to seal open gates like smoke
And never be seen from another side of view, unknown while the underworld rages

If moving through this world has been a quiet oblivion, leaving one dazed
Not knowing what is the outerline and innermost wall where there's a key
But you must remember there's no solid matter here, save for dream's graves
I have felt utter sorrow for each direction is lost, its way gone from me

If you cannot detect any scent or motion of shadow, then in half are you here
When you have an anchor elsewhere, the strangest and oppressing renders vague
You're in a salubrious beam, a target on the farthest point unseen, a mirror
You can abandon death's illusion but you'd know overworld's mute tune delayed

Having no fear is a twisted restlessness of one who must be filled with caution
However in a place such as this, one could could move slowly, absorb its scope
Then having no fear, go onward past the deepening red glow of fire's compulsion
In half have I known these boundaries, setting my eyes on angled slopes

All the while have I searched the ruins of what seemed to never be
The gates that distort time and space have confessed; that world is more real
Because while the absence of the organic is pronounced, vast grounds repeat
So the presence of mystery flows, an unfolding layer of something you cannot peel

This dark abodes need not disturb the warmth in moon's luminous guise
In this surface world there are, too, hidden places of retreat and repose
To grow down just far enough that willow tree's touch, echoes back a sigh
It was never all a deafening gloom awaiting each passage we chose

But now as I remember, it was a longing for the oceans, that struck my heart
Clearly I see it was there, through which was a feeling of life
Where we may have searched endlessly the grounds that no known maps mark
It was the sea that I wanted to go to, to return once again, ever one may die

You've come to hear of strange tidings and bring a wooden chronogram
Though you say nothing now, the muse abiding, it shows long ago days in code
As if it never could be, the loose ends of frailty span

All true elements of decay still mark the sides, facing and opposing
You could tread in circles and still find no reason of the fate fallen
But you'll knowingly see the cause for its isolation, the evil supposing
What a tale I speak of! This storyteller's eyes are now sad and solemn

You've come into the doors of night, from this narrative let us break
You stir and open your eyes, fragments obscure now gone, only subdue what dies
A place that sleeps, beyond slumber distinguishes the innocent and the wise