As if in a dream, wandering through fear,
I saw an obelisk; atop it, a blackened sphere,
Runes depicting eternal melancholy.
I've walked all of my life to see...
Risen alone in this wasteland,
By unknown, ancient magick hands.
Day had turned to night so fast,
I saw a gaping void: the future and the past!
The symbols of timeless elders,
I saw on this obelisk.
On my knees I feel,
I gazed upon what could only be Hell...
I opened my eyes to see,
The blackened stone, how it mocked me!
My eyes opened wide, all I could see:
The living stone, how it mocked me!
I closed my eyes, burned and bloodied,
Yet I could still see, and feel the melancholy.
The blackened stone, forever to be,
I saw this obelisk, how it mocked me...

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