Through The Infinite Woods

A land of the dying sun
where the end since long begun
figures move through the mist
whispers terribly caress

A place all lost in time
beneath the mountain bleak
those who stray and those who seek
forever suffer their errant ways

The depths of the infinite
slithers on the outskirts
this town enshrouded
in lingering darkness

Through the infinite woods
make your way this night
no end awaits the journey
you have set out upon

The final words of the dead
hangs like mist in this place
too late to be saved
as the wall of trees close