Lethean

"In the taverns of time we used to sit drunk with memories"

The creation weaving fate, involuntary existence bloom

Mask attired, enter; realm of gloom

Venture where thou please, unless thy mask spells unease

Endeavoring march for light, engulfed by darkness widespread

Every stride blacker than the first, thou must not fret

‘tis so deep, so dark, so dank, so dead

Betimes aghast compels embedding led in thy head

Light unpleasantly dearth, ghastly grief covered old mother earth

Planes of peace forlorn, behold dominion of despair the dark lords lair

A shadowy voyager stalking, calculating instance last

Malice dripping from the tongue, behind the curtain illusions cast  

Presage of things to come, remembrance of things past

These all extraneous, hope for the delirious

Secrets whispered in wind fall upon deaf ears

Weak and weary is that of a heart festering fears

In tavern of time thou may weep, thou may rejoice

On moments fain and fie afore choice

Graven thy tales on parchment, locked away for many a year

Whenever in delight dare not linger lest the lethean appear.

Author's Note

Would very much like everyones opinion on this. I tried combing archaic words with modern ones. Please tell me what you think.