Forest shivers, not with anticipation, but relief.
As the king rests his ancient limbs, once more upon his ageless throne.
Birds of carrion clean the excess waste from the dirt, and migrate to colder climates.
The evergreens breathe in, the air is glazed with the honey of pine.
The shell of The Alpinist grows a cypress forest from the cracks in its twilit skeleton.
His apostles lie in fragments beneath him and in the devastation he left.
Moonstone burial mounds for the bastard kin of gaia.

Far below that ethereal place, there lie substructures cathedral in scale.
The once mighty lay consumed by the greatest of mothers.

Blessed be the equinoctial sunset, projecting airs and forgotten dreams against the backs of my eyes.
A twilight prison of rivers and trees that grow and fade with the heat and passion of souls in transit.
They rest in tombs of draped in titanic cloaks of taproot and feeders.

Until that day,
Those of the earth shall be reunited with her,
Until she has finished her work, cleansing their skin with root and stone.

"I am the eyes of the emperor.
My tongue daggered and black as a heart of living briar
I have murdered my thousand consorts.
I have laid waste to the Man of the Alpine.
Nothing need wait for me,
As your legacy betrays you and the last withered memory of your existence fades.
I will take you there with tears running down the length of my face.
We will go there together."

No light pierces this blanket void of color or saturation.
Profound still is the silence that has taken these caverns.
With the finals reserves of their preserved strength,
life steals back its breath.
Just as a star releases itself as it fades away, they too fade away.

Blessed be the equinoctial sunset, projecting airs and forgotten dreams against the backs of my eyes.
And they erupted

"So it has been, and so too it shall be.
So it has been, and so too it shall be."

Light claims the hollowed halls of the abyssal princes,
They deteriorate in the white heat of their magnificent stories being forgotten.
The Warren of Fallen Gods will forever forget those entombed.

The heroes and villains that rise and fall like tides in that Land of Gods.