We speak;
Vestiges of a thousand nights.
Cast through overbearing shoulders,
Proclaiming Eternal Life; Eternal Life.
Yet they fell;
Nine days like the Bronze anvil;
Nine days to home.
One path followed;
The Twelve Gates of Night.
Follow the Dog, come to claim one’s soul.
Either that or live near eternally,
In a place destined for destruction.
We are destined to remember our flaws,
Destined to be amiss.
They speak;
Just as We once did,
We were once upon You.
But now you’ve come,
On your own Will;
On your own will,
You’ve come.
Now We shall wait for others;
Like We have always done.
Forever and Almost Recessive,
We watch.
We will always watch,
Till the End of time.
We have always watched,
Waiting for you,
For You.
A skull upon a coffin,
A dead heart on a sleeve,
We are neverending;
We will never leave.
And We are:
We, the bones that are here, await Yours.
We are:
Memento Mori.