I sit upon an ageless throne
Of silver and of gold
I hold the cup of Mysteries
And answers never told

A ghost leans at my shoulder
His words breathe of flame
His presence commands the very air
And tomorrows that never came

A spirit kneels at my slippered feet
She screams with every breath
Her tears form a rushing river
The keening proclaiming death

My arms are bound in iron chains
Inscribed with prayers of old
The metal burns into my flesh
With fire that glows forth cold

The ghost he moves and takes my crown
He donns my purple robes
He sips of Mystery's nectar
From the chalice he now holds

The new god moves to take his seat
His body melds with mine
I see the marble gateway
Outside of it lies Time

And there's left an ivory statue
On a throne for all to see
Now he bears the heavy chains
That once belonged to me...