The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock

slumber guarded by casket locked

Lips grope silence ‘ever more

rasping thought, remembers whispered lore

Outstretched palms the roots do clench

tranquility stilled by festered stench

And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar

ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp

bones brittle snap within her clasp

A lonesome howl the moon does draw

vigil broken, it twists its maw

Upon an arena of endless stone

the granite gates they’ve passed alone

And entered a world of burning eyes

eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw

a reaping brought  by scythe and claw

Opal edge which shrouds a cause

aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws

Dictate a script, the stars can share

an open secret, a language bare

Steps continue, feet are drawn

across gray grass, undying pawn