It Grows Dark

Advesperascit -- It grows dark,
The shadows walk and creep.
Twilight falls on marble halls
While they sit and bleed and weep.
Winter comes and comes to stay,
An eternity of darkest days,
For solstice came to claim its own
And so it stays until the stone
Is mixed with dirt as fine, crushed sand --
A fitting thing for a dark wasteland
Cold as the ocean's deepest part
And dry of life sprung from the heart.

Advesperascit -- It grows dark,
The shadows twirl and dance.
Twilight falls on marble halls
While they move in listless trance.
Ice is there and deep within;
Jack Frost calling all his kin.
Demons dancing in their souls
And they know not how very cold
Their frozen bodies soon will be
For they are deaf, nor can they see
The shadowed army creeping near.
They cannot know the thing they fear.

Advesperascit -- It grows dark,
The king of carnage come.
Soon the halls will doubtless fall
Destroying more than some.
The endless army still draws near
And in stone hearts a growing fear.
Steel insides frozen, turned to lead,
With winter's water and dark dread.
Advesperascit knows no time,
Knows no rhythm, knows no rhyme.
Only knows the magic deep
Of shades that scream and wail and weep.
The certain listless surety
That midnight always soon will be.