Valdrin Golden Walls Of Ausadjur
Out from the mist the golden walls arise
No shadows are cast to enshroud the gate below
Centuries I've waited for this moment
Dreaming while adrift amongst the ruins of dead Earth
I saw in a dream, outside the galaxy
A place to observe all the multiverse
Now carrying through a maze of endless white
Ethereal winds sing beyond the sealed doors
To beckon the tribe of the Lunar Wolf
A crashing sound
Marks my return
The gates resign
The sunless sky enshrines
Gods of power
Now preside
Over the entrance
Of their descendant soul
And yet their spirits
Have returned to bodies
Not unlike mankind
The race that I have failed to save
For this I will seek
To pay a penance
That I cannot avoid or escape
A vista of grandeur
I see with eyes anew
Horizon of a cityscape
And the closing doors resounding in my wake
Beyond the golden walls
The Golden Walls of Ausadjur
Summoned by a procession of silver clad gods
Eidolon colors shine beneath their cold vitreous skin
“Towards the chamber of reunion
Where souls return to bodies
Made in the image
Of what memories remain.”
The ritual of flesh is done
A mirror reflects this withered face
This mortal shell has aged with torment
A countenance of eternal sorrow
Scars of pain, still remain
I see a face that never seems to die
“Your spirit has returned
In a vessel of a human form
Now see beyond the reflective glass
The golden spires of your homeland”
(And yet they know not, my homeland is centuries dead)
