The Otherworld

Watching the hour hands of time tick away, crumbling smoothly into dust over the stone fireplaces mantle.
With rose pedals falling from the ceiling,
And hourglasses in glass cases,
porcelain sand grains and the breath of life resting on the mantle in ashes,
with the slip of a knife
and a sway of the trees,
Taken by the wind,
Embers burning out into a flat line,
with a hand around deaths scythe,
Looking into devil eyes,
In the house of the afterlife,
Designed with doors & gates and no way out,
Crimson glass windows
under the snow,
Beside the fireplace,
a king & queens throne,
Crown in the fireplace
melting away embedded stones,
Flames dancing over bone,
Pools of ink dripping down the stairs,
Leaking over the marble floor,
Covered in sheets of ice,
Settling karma's score
in the afterlife's war,
Ink over ice,
Forming into the demon of the skies,
Pulled over the skyline,
The many corners of earth unfurled,
Stuck between the otherworld...