Thy Withering Orchard

The Grim Phantasm

Thy Withering Orchard


The journey life inherits
Through the obscure looking glass
Awakes the trepidation
I embrace the suffering upon my heart

THE GRIM PHANTASM

Unbalanced seems the present
In mere dread died the past
I gaze into the future
A sullen stare will I depart

THE GRIM PHANTASM

The grim phantasm
A sightless foe
A conscious stirred