(Chant to Fire)

Twilit skies glower above me, stray traveller whose way is lost
Path lit by flickering lamplight smothered in the gathering gloaming
Treading ‘neath oppressive grey clouds, dreading the oncoming night
A phosphorescence shines through the evening gloom
I find my eyes drawn to the manifestation ahead
And all at once I hear their voices, slithering into my head
Speaking sibilant promises in the language of the dead
The whispering lights lead me onward, the gathering night swallows me whole

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