"The Morning Star"

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