Whispers of the Marsh

Day by day the Marsh lays still.
A vault enclosed with doors of dark.
Open borders whisper out
To steal your glance, your time, or thought.
From majestic mountains, peaceful seas,
And lazy stints of island breeze
You've heard the Marsh, Mot D'nir
Drulluvatn, the name for Fear
It always rests, it always sleeps
But from the lungs, it's dreams rise out.
When you wade her air, you breath her dreams,
Her nightmares.
You've heard her name-
The Marsh, Drulluvatn.
But in the end, they whisper fear
When they say Mot D'nir.