Crystern

[trial_by_spider]

One plain has to move higher than the next
Insitiousness swinging my spirit through its stagnation
I could never love
What did not behold me with the human eye

Instinctivly I surmount the passages
With the intensity fueled by all the fires
Cindered in the wake before me

Eons, they came
Like thieves in the night
Endless they rode, between god and his sins
It was the Eons that seperated the two