Encased in ancient rock. Gnarled and twisted stand primordial spears, slanted to the sky.
To Cast Down The Sun the Forest of Gallows calls from a depth unfathomable.
Drowning and dragging to wash me away.

As the noose embraces my neck, I won’t be afraid the last time I look at this wondrously grotesque place.
My hands start to shake, plummeting to the ground. I [bad word] awe [bad word] by the lack of sound.
Surely I can’t hear, myself drifting as autumn leaves along this blackened landscape.

Yet through the fury of the wind I shall walk again. To embrace new hope is to live.

For I have left the past the future. Grisly memoirs sing only of darkness.
thousand faces piercing my soul. Dragging me down, only to hang.
Saturating me in fire. Through my fingertips. Nebulae dilate within my eyes.

In the distance a tower of slate.

This forest [bad word] my hourglass devoid of leaves, devoid of sand.
As I fade away, beneath these limbs. I won’t be afraid to see, to breathe, to Cast Down The Sun.
revelation.