23 May 2012
Hidden in ice, earth and flame, The clock strikes the midnight hour, Signalling the way, to a place without name, A place without sin nor power.
Terrifying spires tower above, The world, forever staring, In a place without love, Fires glaring.
A saint's distopia, A devil's bane,
Only such things, could ever exist, beyond the mortal plane.
Only such things, could ever exist, in an obscured world.
Obscured World • Opuss № I