| Through acrid clouds of summer flies
|
| The garden swells with a thousand more wise
|
| Forever flung to celestial dreams
|
| Clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene
|
| I watch the storm approaching
|
| The darkness calls my name
|
| The trees are growing restless
|
| They feel the season change
|
| Their fruit has putrefied
|
| Forbidden once and bound to die
|
| The thread of life lies severed
|
| On the brink of paradise
|
| Grinning winds of hate unfurled
|
| Towers tall that grip the sun
|
| Talons stretch 'neath her veil
|
| Reclamation, our time has come
|
| Autumn spreads its golden wings
|
| And lays the path for those unseen
|
| A tangled web of evil spun at last
|
| Winter spawn from barren thighs
|
| To readdress, to slay the blind
|
| And throw the reins untethered to the skies
|
| They pray to the full moon rising
|
| Diana moving with such infinite grace
|
| Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall
|
| How many secrets can they read by your face?
|
| Will they know of majesty
|
| Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep
|
| And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?
|
| Will their God of bridled love
|
| Assuage our rule from planes above
|
| Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war?
|
| War!
|
| Wrest askew the nails
|
| That have held you, lurking deep
|
| September prayers are waning
|
| Burn the shrines of fettered sheep
|
| Spearhead the insurrection
|
| Of a world that seeks no end
|
| We are what we were, what we shall be, again
|
| Again
|
| Appear; |
| draped in terror
|
| To the comfort of your kin
|
| Stain the milky sunset red
|
| And let the others in
|
| Summer’s dying… |