Pale figures danced along inky walls
As he crept t'ward its chamber -
Following whispers of a sleeping god,
This dark place its remainder.
Why it summoned him, he knew not -
Why he followed, who could tell.
A dark longing, desire he could not resist
That may lead him to hell.
Through shadowy cracks and corridors
He finally found his path
To feathered goddess sound asleep
Since foul humans sealed her wrath.
He reached out to touch her cheek
In hopes that she would wake.
Her arms reached out to greet him then,
And his soul she would take.
For eons she had rested here,
The world changed as she slept.
Forbidden from awakening
A thousand tears she'd wept.
Her cries distantly echoed and called
A stray sheep they would lead
To the place where she'd been sealed -
As a vessel, she did need.
Pale figures bade one last goodbye
As the boy then left her chamber.
Sometimes you may hear his voice still there,
Its pleas his soul's remainder.