The playful breeze
Dragged the silky veil of blackness,
Slowly;
Across the sky.
Rivers,
Flowing in
The silver serenity of moonlight;
Trees,
Waving in precious harmony,
As land’s dancers
In the sabbat of night;
The unspoken truth has left
The silence
Shattered.
The cloaked souls,
Restless spirits of ancient chaos,
Arise.
Eyes open, lips whisper…
Secrets are yet to be kept within.
The cast spells, across the waters,
The blood-soaked sins, inside the fires…
“Summon the wolves of immortality,
The ones of madness and ecstasy;
Summon them up,
Off the unknown deep.”
The flames of the birth,
Burning the veil away;
A future to behold,
A fate to be lived;
The Son Of The Morning Star,
Descending at the moment of dawn…
F.FIRE July 17, 2003
