Without the material
The spiritual can't be known
Without the spiritual
The material has no meaning

This is why so many are lost
And without meaning
They have abadoned the dichotomy
Of the two worlds

And have chosen only one
In all things it leads them
To the ancient truths of the spiritual
Yet to follow would be to admit defeat

So they continue to wallow
In self hatred and meaningless
All because of their pride
Or their ignorance

Ever darkly shades of night
Dreamed of things
In whispered flight
Flutter, flaunter
Between the stars
The retrograde dance
Known to mars
And there they'll shimmer
Though distant and dim
Among the heavens
And planet rims
And when darkness comes
The light to fade
They'll dance again
Their retrograde

I've seen the statues there
Great guardian colossi
At the very edge of the world

Their watch ever vigilant
Lest the terrors
That once walked this earth

Wish to reign once more

The skies drip
An amaranth hue
Twisted colors
No longer blue

Burning oceans
Reflect in the skies
Distant lands
Where the sun never dies

And beyond those seas
Forlorn shores
The remnants of
Forgotten wars

I can hear a steady drip
Stalactites growing at lethargic rates
A dark pool providing moisture
To the nearby luminescent fungi

I am lost

Perhaps I always have been
I can no longer remember
From where I came
Or to where I was going

I merely walk back and forth
Among the tunnels ad caverns
Hoping to stumble on a path
I have not yet traveled

But always I return
To this strange pool
Of murky black water
Surrounded by dim calming lights

I've felt it below
The hum of engines
Far off and distant
Half ethereal
As if the ghosts
Of long forgotten dreams
Silently churning
Calling out to me
Beckoning me below
And there I do not know
What I will find
Or what will find me
But journey I must
To the Under Earth
Lest that steady hum
Engulf my soul

Distant bell toll again
Bring me closer to the end
Comfort me in the dead of night
Where shadows walk just out of sight
Be my guide on paths forlorn
Where lost souls weep and widows mourn
And in the end lead me at last
To futures forward and backward pasts
That I might know the sacrifice made
And in that empty tomb be laid
Content in wait and to decay
Until the dawn my soul to stay