Water follows a gentle motion
Brushes of breeze
A gentle ocean
Velvety ease
You see. A mans dream
A place destined in the universe
Is not what it seems
Our souls continually traverse
Energy lasts
Energy goes on
It never fades
Our memories of you, they live on
It stretches before,
Bared naked,
Like the dark heavens,
Those distant stars.
What is there,
A farm,
A widow,
Her husband off to die.
Killed under those stars,
How do I remember this man,
Maye he was I, or I was him.
I, Thracian warrior,
Dying for some bastard king.
Do I remember, the blood of the man.
Turning dust to mud,
A red clay,
Death by spear,
Shoved deep in the gut.
It found its way home.
On that distant field,
We were crushed to bone,
Then dust.
She drank deep of all our blood.
Street lamps,
Light the fallen.
Those left behind.
The drugged,
And moral decay.
Yet in a high rise!
Her hair blonde.
She wears a mask,
Rich and Fame.
Her father the pig,
Of shit and shame.
High on rocks is moss and lichen
Hidden by those innocent paths
A lion traverses those waiting and watching
He is the hunter no taunting
Wooded elves find there history past
Left to men their legacy we turn to ash
Send fire and furnaces
Hear them roar
See the life burn out of millions of years
We destroy very easily the accumulation of tears
Burn the trees,
Soot the skies.
I would do all these.
Flight is freedom,
And fire is power,
And power is all corrupting.
That is why it is given to fire.
Like the cherry orchards,
Cut and burned.
I imagine a dragon,
Burning those mounds of wood,
Embers glowing red and orange,
Hot enough to burn your ass.
Yes, the dragon is there,
In those coals,
Burning bright.
Like the soul of a star,
The core of a galaxy.
Burning like love or hatred,
Yes it burns.
It burns.
