an empty tomb

The blue halls echoed in crystal
as the colossus comes forth
he tried too hard and his
smell fades
to endow my fact with more darkness
was his fate
every tone rises an octave
and the chill bumps become visible
for she stands in the shadows
waiting to join the swirl
and end night versus day
There is coughing rebounding
far in the distance
the trees shake
and I'm still not better yet

 

Wow, the last half is epic.

I'm really diggin' those last seven lines.