dusk fire skies birth thunder in the shape of laughter

our feet rustle the leaves: part tune part terror half risen half forgotten

warped bodies brimming with words we were never meant to say

the ancient sorcery thickens pouring down from cracked constellations

dawn bleeds like a wounded beast as fires pale climb the stairway of kings

an ancient mirage strung from the green flame pillar of a twisted star

let me tell you a story of a blade that bears the weight of wars forgotten

a serpent coiled in dusk must burn to remember its name

shatter be reborn shift to shadow all in a single breath of season