Into the abyss, where the air turns cold Stories untold, in the heart of the old Blue walls around me, secrets they keep Giants in slumber, in their silent sleep Footsteps awaken the echoes of the deep Stone eyes watching, from their ancient keep The warmth of the flesh and the weight of the bone A shiver runs deep through the trees turned to stone Where eels stir unseen under petrified bark As if what went missing knew its way through the dark The descent leads where the buried stream runs Past the bare bones of long-forgotten suns The deepest of heavens is narrow and bare A room at the bottom, where blind waters stare
