The Sequitor

Eyes gaze out beyond the world's end
A graceful yet desolate curtain
Confining reality's stone walls
Obstructing the coming cyclone
Sheer horror hindered in
Blind mass of suffering begins
Proceeding further, the raven's eye
Unfamiliar to this spectral sky
Reminiscent of 1 thousand black moons
Dark forests shun its hues
The inner glow becomes brighter
Spatial comprehension becomes much wider
Bold presence of mystery and grandeur
Abandoned inferiority in a realm not afar
Observance of this open hearse
No sanctuary remains (amidst) this curse