Land of the Dust

I've posted an older version of this around before, but I still want to record it on this blog!

They called it a realm of despair

It carries the thing on the air

They call Death

The towers of wind thundering against

The hollow backdrop they hate

The hollow noise

Of my ruined mouth agape

Columns of Typhon, typhonic roars, again

Dark ink on the wall

Against the red Eye

The thing on the air they call

But I

Can’t call this the Land of Despair

Only because

it’s the Land of the Dead

Though I walk through the shadow of the

Valley of Life

All is ashes to ashes

Ash to us

In the somber gray halls

Of the Land of the Dust