Caldaria October Teaser: Death Shall Have No Dominion


There is a place within the wood,
painted with ancient miseries,
where that which roams the bloodied groves
lifts his head from darkened sleep.

There he rests, his spirit bound
by chains corrupt in history,
held in secret by keys unknown,
four stones which putrefy his light:

The heart which beats with feelings fled,
the bone that does not break;
a tongue gone mute with madness born,
a mind lost in misplaced might.

There is a place within the wood,
a ghost's palm open and offering,
where fates will play with mortal lives
and leave immortals wanting.