Omen

[The tones of mystery]

I see a shape - or is that a mere hallucination? -

As rocking on me and from their eyes trickle the bloody tears,

I hear a whisper of lifeless lips, it calling me on into the depth,

I am going away with it, awake in the empire of dead,

I hear words, out of one's graves arising a legends of dead dreams,

listen in with me to tales, which once were truth