Thirst For Immortality

Wanderers wander the path,
Called life,
In search of the black stone,
Buried into the surface,
Where the heart and soul,
Of the immortals thrive,
Bound to the roots,
Of the ever living,
Once extracted and broken,
Seeds of immortality,
Cannot be sown,
Longevity in the hands,
Of the mortal species,
Spilled each others blood,
To live for eternity,
None survived to taste,
The power of immortality,
Black stone again buried,
In the depths survives,
Far from the clutches,
Of the soulless species,
Until the day comes,
The mortals rise,
Rip the chest out,
quench the thirst,
for the black stone,
Crumble the earth’s surface,
Into a thousand pieces.