Aether

 

Within these faux whispering walls, of a memory's lie

There's a viable world beyond, perpetually passing by

Here's not a place for ghosts, or even death's, lost lair

Or the purgatorial dungeon, of an ebbing life's despair

Within here, where insularity, sprawls and idly wends

Are open portals, where the impious soul transcends

Encompassed by eternity, reveries may clone a trace

To follow tomorrow unfurling, in a void of inner space

Within immortality's squalls, there is no way to dream

With nowhere, for conjuration, just a pixelated screen

On which to watch and wonder, immune to any strife

Until darkness, finally falls, at the end of time and life

Within dying embers palls, where every memory dies

The ominous world beyond exists, under ashen skies

Here's not a place for ghosts, or even, insanity's fever

For through an open portal, the soul returns to Aether