Asphodel's Descent

Dream away old age over
A play, a road you paved, a loner.
Dwell among surreal
lustre,
A solitary truce to suffer.
And all rise,
Martyrized.
Lay me down slow.
There you are!
Reach me,
Through the scent of a flower,
A memory engraved.
The plains of yellow weep gently.
With tempting fruits too sweet, to mistake.
Vines of vicious truths
Feed on
Tomorrow’s share of hopes.
Abandoned.
And all rise.
Immortalized.
Lay me down slow,
Where are you?
Reach me,
Through the scent of a flower,
A memory engraved.
And in the bright they prey,
Follow to this day,
Relive it once again,
Asphodel’s Descent.
Lay me down slow,
There you are.
Reach me,
Through the scent of a flower,
A memory engraved.
Lay me down slow,
There you are.
Reach me,
Through the scent of a flower,
A memory engraved.