Tristitia Nigrum - Obsidian

The gardens of shadows.
Crawling,
Back into me.
Only me
Deep in me.

A volcanic stone far away.
Resonating
The last shimmering light,

Enclosed
In a red glow,
Shifting and coiling
Submerging into the soil
Where no radiance persist.
Creeping deeper Into the darkness.

Bitter tears amassed
Bottling the essence of lonliness
The tax for the guardian
The only payment accepted
To find the light
A light the blinded cant see

He leads me down
To the lowermost depths
Eagerly reaching out with my hands
Towards this flickering cold eye.

Memories so distant
Aromas of bygone days
Scenes of a dream
Surreal days of yore
Deceit!

Reaching out for the old black-glass stone
Created by the Dragon's fires.
Reaching out to read it
To hold it.

My heart.

My centre
My core
I see you.
You are mine!
Show me your ebon diamond eye!

Beloved One.

Show me your Obsidian-Eye
Beloved One.
Let me drown
Deep into it!