Destiny Falls To Ruin

I sat upon grassy linenLooking far into my thoughtsAmong deep and dark forestsLining a hazy grayish lochAnd there inside foreshadow dealtA vision to perceptionA prophetic form of imageryManifest in shadows obscureAnd destiny falls to ruinNo discourse but archaic filteringsOf black and cryptic signsNone helping a bleak understandingOf things not yet to comeIn the misty drizzleEntranced to deep in mindI saw an image forebodingOf the world which rests outsideI saw a sea of tranquilityAt rest in the arms of the stormAnd destiny falls to ruin