...Such Cruelty Never Rests

Old legends tell of a river winding like a serpent Through dense and forgotten marshland Leading to the ruins of a long dead civilisation Pyramids aligned with the stars Their shadows touching the river bed at dusk Painted faces of the past haunt the chambers The soil rich from centuries of sacrifice and torture Vines and unearthed tree roots entangle the ruins Creating their own passages and doorways The whispers tell that such untouched mysticism and so much bloodshed stirs unnatural forces Spiritual mercury drawing tormented souls and keeping the damned from the grave ...Such cruelty never rests Calling to the blackhearted in their dreams Visions of a plague, genocide and forbidden rituals The subliminal path to this temple of the sun and moon embedded So that once again the tongue of the old can hiss the incantations to unleash this ancient terror As the sun rises piercing the water I hear a name being called A name I have only heard in my dreams yet I am lucid Through the thickets of mist I find myself blinded by the monolith Bleeding the sun with its apex and stirring the darkest of sense An eerie beauty suffocated by tragedy and loss Cries of putrefied innocence cause the ravens to take flight The archaic hieroglyphs tell of untold horror An evil of the ages bound in these stones Forgotten by all to preserve life Destined to be found to destroy life ...Such cruelty never rests