spore deep dream bring the bath to a boil
Tag: Elancharan
ice in our voice edge of the old world
dusk light arcs blind the demons roam
our last defence an old god smoking his pipe
the body warm and bare greets sea winds
the morning landscape forgives human follies
train ride track change we sway to the music
mid noon the rain drowns the mental noise
little one tears up reality fine paper shreds
spring the landscape remembers our sins
