There is a place of purple shores
Where murmuring seas will speak,
The world of seven suns and stars
Where the night is long and bleak.
Waves of iridescent blackness
Where hazy phantoms watch and wait,
A whispering gallery of secrets
Darkness lingers even in day.
Beings of the elements come out
From their hidden funeral urns,
And walk the winds
Through the cold, dark waste
Where souls are left to burn.
This is a place not known
In the modern world,
It is shrouded in legend and fear,
But through time and space
The formless shall rise,
And the shadows will draw near.
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