Keening...
 reflection of all that was
 The bell tolls...
 Throughout the perpetual passage of infinity

 I was born long ago
 My form fashioned from the primordial rock
 Storm-winds seared the umbra and my verdant spirit
 The essence of an era forged by the elements

 And millennia have passed
 Frail flesh teems with memories
 I watch with spectral eyes
 The knowledge mine - and mine alone

 Ancient paths that sear the landscape
 Ley-lines scouring a wounded earth
 Where long-forgotten shades now wander
 Beneath the glare of the cold moon

 The very soils imbued with a sense of longing
 Beneath my tread teem myriad memories
 The essence of so much now lost
 Entombed in within the [bad word] of a history forever buried

 Yet I know not what lies ahead
 No secrets unearthed from my time in the aether have I
 No keys to unlock the myriad entangled strands of what will be
 Behind me, a wake of unending despair
 Ahead, a formless void as yet unscarred
 Waiting for the Echoes of the dead [bad word]