A mad rush of desolate dreams

The terrible loneliness of a godlike isolation

Splendid in darkness

Worth its pain in gold

In a few lines of graceful verse.

Death and decay in the gardens

With dying serenity

Insuppressible sounds, silent screams

Rotting humanity, the reaper in all his glory

An invitation to darkness undimmed.

T5he alluring call of ebon forests

As civilizations moulder cities fall

Abstruse enigmatic shadows

In search of a peaceful place of rest

The play ends, curtains call

Destruction beckons here and now.

Annihilation summons, have to answer

Don’t feel like fighting anymore

The war of life

As shadows metamorphose

Into the final answer

That questions our existence.

O’ Lord God, the Creator

Only thou can give:

The understanding I crave for

The rest I long for

The peace I seek for.