In the Arcane Clasp of Unwritten Hours-Tyranny

In the Arcane Clasp of Unwritten Hours - Tyranny Like a bliss of malaise this tainted air compels me The unwrit hours pass again unheeded Stillness, like a cold vengeance, no life shifts... Grey ghost painted to the halls of ennui Falling dust weaves bleary torpid scenes through a bleak day In this drifting miasma sore eyes staring through the weary schemes of death Strain of a stranger will bound me from within Grip devoid of strength and the weight of dying stone Forlorn, torn wisps of malady seethe... and entrance me This picturesque scene fragile or so it seems, still unchanging beyond endurance. Vagrant shadows tire of motion and abandon the empty halls harvesting the decay of the centuries past Arcana of darkest kind this bleary sentiment unceasing like lying awake without will dreaming without dawn. And the strength slowly drains, lay still and cease in the strenuous grasp of sloth