Falling Statues

Six shifting stone arms

An agonizing short blast 

Grey dust entwined with twilight 

Wind stricken ruins

Engulfed by death and decay

Levied Hope

Our abysmal trophies 

Transcend the gluttonous mist

In sparkling gems they shine bright 

They echoe with fear

The echoe of death 

A smooth breeze swept by

A smooth breeze swept by,

It dazzled my red roses

Till their old thorns bled

Long Nights

In this long night

Every thought I try to write

Truth is the only thing left from my rite

I search for something that'll give me flight 

An eerie escape from this thoughtful blight

Let's just hope I can end it without a fight.

Eau De Nil

The aqueous Hapi son of Horus

to whom the old pharaohs prayed.

Let not the plagues of old siege life,

for the years have passed ceaselessly

and you have joined the forgotten.

No longer are you among us,

nor have you ever been,

nor shall you ever be.