Day one, death
Burning breath, waxes, perpetual frost
Continously, indirectly, but always bringing more
Shall they bequeath their essence?
Briskly falling, to a watery crypt
Covered up, by the sediments of time
Divested of befitting decomposition
Their existance concealed,
what was once organic, is no more
Their nature reduced to kerogen, simplified to naught
Hell, pressure, was their reward
A reaction, carbon and oxygen, amalgamated into one
It flowed down, it mixed betwixt
Through pores and spaces, an unfamiliar haven indeed!

Resevoir, as if rich, as if sacred
They tarry, trapped by the gravel onuppan
It is impermeable, as if hermetic
Who mote attempt to avulse?
It is indubitably irrecoverable
Caddish coves that durst uncover
A place where life dearths
Nature accomodated, life ripped off the surface
The land pierced, and the forgotten is uncovered anew
A journey completed, an end... justified?
Day X, death.