Caverns of Malachite - Miasmata

The sun and the moon cross paths in the winter sky

And all that can be seen is a blinding ring

And its image cast upon the water

An emerald glow beneath

For ages held in deep reverence

They have long since lost their way

A reminder of potency and might

Unleashed from the Caverns of Malachite

The wind starts howling

A deathly sound

A primeval force

Set to be recrowned

Eyes turned down, neglect th call

Pave the way to the grat fall

A voice remains but only one

What was created can be undone

Abolish all faces

Remove all traces

Nature untamed

Roots will reclaim