Tiamat

A silent secret
of unfathomed darkness
Uncounted years
Within the temple walls
Lightened up by the moon
It's pale walls cold
Entrance not allowed
Guarded by invisible evil
Rising above the trees
High out of the mist
Dead for many years
A temple in the dark
Approaching the temple
from surrounding forests
In a window I saw
an altar flame aglow
In the primal shrine
Moist and dust
Untouched for centuries
Ancient bible scripts
Phosphorescent glow
Reflects in the mould
Flickering radiance
Inside the dead halls
Rising above the trees