Beneath the Archaic

Encircled by ruins
Of crumbling statues
Insubstancial is existence
In their dark silhouette

The stones tell tales
Of what once was
Great everlasting shrine
Moldy and forgotten

For them the time also takes its toll
...for they rot

Black shapes melt into the sky
Of imploding twisted stars
The timeless bow before aeons
Archaic bodies crushed by ages -
Divine spirits trapped within

Bound to wither in silence
Their streams run dead

Etheral shadows
Dance around the statues

As the cycles come and go
The gods rot