The materials burned
The incantation spoken
The perverse being destroyed
We resumed course
At last we reached the brooding spires of legend
Past the end of the Earth
Spears to heaven high above the clouds
Primordial black rock
Imbued with archaic symbols
I could feel the energy emanating from them
Their pulse
Transfixed by the sight
Benumbed from awe and wonder
It was then that the storm struck
Unsuspecting and unaware
Fog had rolled in
The firmament cascaded downward in fierce spirals
All we could do was pray aboard our drifting coffins
Twelve were the ships that sank that night
At the bottom of the precipice
Seven were the grotesque creatures
That feasted upon their wretched sinew
The sky cleared and we went ashore
For the first time in aeons
The dark rocks towering above
Resonating with primal magick
We must leave our bodies behind
To gain entrance into this sacred land
...and we ventured inward
Past the ancient halls
And the infinite untold wisdom
Contained therein
Penned in long-forgotten languages
By scribes who lived and died
Before time was born
