Relic Of A Darkened Past (Morgion)

Ancient is the relic once told Foreseen in our darkened past To tell a benign dream A shadow's memory has cast Simple is the one who sees it Fit no wonder to sample Triple, search through the bile Sit and develop unthinking thoughts Now among the old Forever distant Feeble, seen above Loneliness, sold Triple the search Trifle the few Born with unspoken knowledge Nothing is forgotten, anew Absorbing the foul, loving the spawn (in a) crypt of my kept thoughts Untrusting my inner sense