| Resemble I stand again to watch and rediscover an enchantment A place that had been dismal, covered in darkness And a desolation, and this seems to be a reenactment I've been here before. I try to remember which point was farthest And I went out upon high plains to shake the shadow An opaque dust or low wall hiding frailty within itself In a dungeon long since empty, I've explored after battle I've been there before, too. Now seeming to be frozen under ice-shelf In every corner of some deathly overgrowth of thorn There is a constant humming although there the quiet is a long pause Sometimes the tunnel gate is gaping as if an old parchment torn And gazing deep inside the thick, dank burrow there's a chilly frost While I walked still out on open path of all realm's quest It was like the dream of mist and gloom that tried to blind my eyes I've seen the pale atmosphere, the shapeless road of black stone and unrest Then I watch as small lights disappear into the skies If it were only the landscape that holds this oppressing enclave It would always seem as if the dark spot of a forgotten age But somehow it lingers and sinks deep into darkest soul and cave And I have been silent only because it was I that stood as sage An empty river trench leading along the now slanting edge The tunnel once again is blocked with iron bars from within the ground And looking back the backwards light barely creeps over the ledge Upward through the other side viridescent vapor is found Around the lines where sky and terrain meet, they seem to blend But instead of some wonder of spectrum, it's dullish in brown tone And thin sprouts of whirlwind play upon the ground, mockingly to rend In the thick gravel of rocky crater the pillar centered stands alone Long dreaded surfaces of murky waters lie in death's chamber The once liquid surface now dry in thick waves of rusty ravine But underneath the waters have gone, weeds trace them as a remainder There hung overhead a bubbling foam of decaying green So forth out on another journey's trail of a place in this realm And yes, it does resemble some of the long ago places The enchantment that overcomes and that used to overwhelm While in its encompassing haze there never seem to be any faces Where and when I may have not wanted to tread, I know I had gazed But never at any time did I fret for I knew that I could stand as stone to hide The entire scope reflected that strange array of dreary phase A cheerless time and place that for my light could not abide If ever I had felt the desire to flee, it may be to escape but one room If ever I fled it would be that I never spied those gates with my own eyes And such t'would never be to remember how they were; the Sands of Doom Of all the realm, and its resemblance, I watch you as you dissapear into the skies Igor 2000 |