The cities are sour, Filled with people that cower Yet silently, and in bliss - the trees flower.
Humans are vessels, For an energy brighter than the stars, And who would seek to fly ever more On wings of gold and souls of old. But if you desire to prove me wrong Ask yourself, would you rather; Fly with me, Or sing your quarantine song?
As above So Below, Like life, And death, Yet now Only within; Behind walls Behind doors, Yet within Only you, A truth To seek, Alone, yet Not.
Bright like the sun The serpent twists, Uncertain of it's fate in my hands. Were each scale a soul To whom it gave a fruit, Then each would be a death To those who, through faith, were mute. From the stars this serpent came Ablaze to Earth; "I am all that thou can… Continue reading Scenes of Orion
I watch you when sleeping, Questioning what is a dream or worse, And though I have been here for years, Still you know me not. With every passing night, I am roused to you, From my absinthian death, To an ever colder defeat. My purpose is forbidden; unspoken, A hushed dream of… Continue reading The Spectre