Exequiae

Mortal and condemned…<br/> Black veiled shapes of mourning<br/> Spirits cloaked by glooming reverence<br/> <br/> Sonorous tolls the funeral bell<br/> Heads bowed follow in procession<br/> Eyes bedimmed with tears<br/> Lament for the loss endured<br/> <br/> Stillness…<br/> As the birds have ceased their song<br/> And heavy rain begins to pour<br/> A futile prayer floats like mist<br/> To rest eternally<br/> <br/> The rope gives way<br/> Slow, but steady<br/> Into the cold unknown<br/> To receive as had been given…<br/> <br/> Under sorrow’s unrelenting spell thou shalt wander,<br/> till thou return to the earth out of which thou wast taken:<br/> for dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return.<br/> <br/> All paths converge<br/> In final knowing:<br/> Into quiet eternity<br/> All shall venture…<br/> <br/> Dead drops the wilted wreath<br/> To earth’s sodden swansong<br/> And the eerie dirge<br/> Of the shovels‘ scrape<br/> <br/> Mortal and condemned<br/> left behind…<br/> As the dreaded day unfolds<br/> <br/> When mourners drift<br/> Like scattered ash<br/> And silver tears dry<br/> By callous winds<br/> <br/> When once more,<br/> The weight is lifted<br/> Unbearable,<br/> but fleeting…<br/> <br/> When mourners drift<br/> Like scattered ash<br/> And silver tears dry<br/> By callous winds<br/> <br/> When once more,<br/> The weight is lifted<br/> We are forlorn,<br/> Left to rest eternally…<br/> <br/> As meager mortals<br/> We pass from mirthless grounds<br/> Into waters of forgetfulness<br/> <br/> Days march on<br/> And seasons shift<br/> In total indifference…

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Where bitter tears of bereavement once fell<br/> In utter silence, swallowed by foulest earth<br/> They rot away...<br/> <br/> Lure of the dead…<br/> <br/> Six feet under rotten soil<br/> Unburdened from the weight of life<br/> Centuries undone, existence nullified<br/> <br/> Remembrance long withered, flesh turned into soil<br/> A strange allurement has taken hold of me<br/> I rot… away…<br/> <br/> Like father, like son<br/> Descendance has begun<br/> For grave men sire graves<br/> And cowards father cowards<br/> <br/> Lured by the dead

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Step unto the mourner‘s path<br/> Begin the quest for truth<br/> So many yet have asked<br/> <br/> All hallowed vows disintegrate<br/> Promises end up shattered<br/> Search yourself<br/> As vanity of life is lifted<br/> <br/> Lay bare the idols<br/> And reveal the mourners path<br/> <br/> Not by way of thought<br/> Will is tamed<br/> Not by way of reason<br/> Death is claimed<br/> <br/> Not in gold nor in glory,<br/> Not in flesh nor in name<br/> Does the soul find its solace<br/> Or quench its restless flame<br/> <br/> Lay bare the idols<br/> And life’s false dichotomy<br/> Truth is adorned with failure<br/> Echoed forth ad nauseam<br/> <br/> Life’s lost vanity…<br/> <br/> All hallowed vows disintegrate<br/> And promises end up shattered<br/> <br/> Spewed forth ad nauseam<br/> <br/> Life’s lost vanity…

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Withered through atrophy<br/> And broken by loss<br/> Every futile attempt<br/> Yields to nothingness<br/> <br/> Sucked into a swamp<br/> Of empty novelty<br/> Trapped inside this<br/> restless, anhedonic hull<br/> <br/> This apex of existence<br/> A dress of rotting skin<br/> Immured by ageless unrest<br/> Set adrift in endless dark<br/> <br/> This apex of existence…<br/> <br/> In my own putrid creation<br/> I bathe in the silence of cowards

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

We are idle hands to knot and weave<br/> The severed web of continuity<br/> We live with nurtured seeds of doubt<br/> But true knowledge blossoms for the dead<br/> <br/> Gnosis, it eludes our grasp<br/> Lost in the aeons, forced into retreat<br/> Wretchedness prevails<br/> <br/> All enigma is untold<br/> Epistemology of the passed<br/> Old conundrums to unfold<br/> We dwell in secrets, doomed to last<br/> <br/> All enigma is untold<br/> Epistemology of the passed<br/> Old conundrums to unfold<br/> Tragedy and loss amassed<br/> <br/> Gnosis, it eludes our grasp<br/> Lost in the aeons, forced into retreat<br/> Wretchedness prevails<br/> <br/> In this day and age of blindness<br/> What light shall guide our way<br/> What lance will pierce this veil<br/> What truthful words remain?<br/> <br/> With gnosis laid to rest<br/> Flown into somber night,<br/> In realms of death,<br/> Truth resides.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026