I dream of a cursed adyton Where the springs once sang Their songs resounding In haunted timber and joyful birds Their voice is now silent Quelled by the ages And now there is a stillness An air so familiar A palpable curse In the boughs of the timber Watching shadows dance Over the pools mirror There the light is cast And her face becomes clearer In the depths of the water A dulcet voice beckons Deep in the Earth Are the colours of the heavens We once left our bodies upon a mountain With calloused hands and blisters Emerging through the alpine torrents Falling into dusk as sisters You were like those vespertine flowers And I only knew you in their hours When we bask in this dream Our wills fall silent beneath the wells of this world Absence and scars are all we know Lone keening cries of the fauna Carry through the woods as a curse Crestfallen birds descend here And are the first to answer their call How is the air still yielding while these fires glow? We stare towards our descent below Into the traces of eternity waiting