an hooded wanderer is seeking for the path
through the halls of ancient souls
petrified by the sun's light
the decrepit forest once observed the lost husk
crawling inside its body
the bones are tired
creaking under the weight of the snow
implacable digging the hopes
of the man who left his world
to find the meaning of pain
and madness of his mind
unleashed ravager
who set decay with a touch
the man was drowning while breathing
in his own grasp of despair
so he left
there is another truth
the journey for amend
is the only choice
the falling was fast
but the path is merciless
hard to follow
a council of starving creatures
always surrounds his pilgrimage
culling the limits of his perception
there is another plane ahead
you have to reach fot it