Athranon

Snap        Four..      Three…    Two… Snap. Flying, I’m flying. On top of it all And they cant touch me they cant possibly get their Slimy sniveling sarcophagus On me, Why would they want to? They love me Deep down They told me so Onyx feathers shining So many, They blot out the moon Don’t you hear them?  One… Landfall echoes And glows With violin thorax And neon Abdomen To each lady their own But talons and beaks fall silent Air passing wings a nervous man in traffic Avoid contact So as not to make a beat But just daffodil fluff Their way around Without me Zero Snap. why don

Minister, I To Eyres ne'er returned from their moors or fallen from heights of grace unknown Specters enter I sit on the steps of the temple fearing to enter the incense of dagger-shine kisses Placed, I between bodies and wailing, between beloved and lost release Specters dance, In their braziers and altars following daylight when chased by moonbeams Weary, I unable to touch transparents caresses meaningless to beloved flowing down Specters call, wishing for hand or voice for simple human light and warmth and breath Falling, I can no longer hold them even gods need to rest on the seventh day-nighttime.

When, then? How long? where and why will Our Jasmine bloom? Will it be sweet? Will it be beatiful? We know it blooms darkly but night eludes us no matter if we seek to chase it or escape it Morning's Glory closed long before Our dawn, we have only the sunflowers for company here endlessly staring into heavens mine blinded by Brilliance they follow. You cannot tell them the Jasmine will bloom they are silent never leave watch ever faithful to dying light But we wait for our Warm, our Dark Did we water them with angels blood for nothing? I will not have it! The God's chariot will fall, shot down by mortal Moon and

Autumn shards raging Against solid unyielding mass Spraying lightning bugs and blisters Against all others We will rage and rage For no other reason than the heat With no other purpose than to Let rubies eat fuel Let us off this stack! This godforsaken pile of dry, Crackling chains, this three walled prison The solid keeps us! We shift, we rise up We never cease in our motion! But the old, dead solid is still! We are never free! We rage against solid When bark turns to black powder Maybe then we can finally be free And so citrine eats. A-Ha! Now we win! The lifeless shrink and then recede. They don't hold us! We are free

Once upon a time, She was born. She waited patiently For the dark And when it arrived She sang sweet The tune of evermore To the gods And all the old men Heard her song Compelled to find their way To the night So many lost sons Came along That I was forced to weep For them all The song was shortened As the charmed men Left us for The dark Lands And I longed to be One of them. To bathe in her sweet Crimson light. But someday soon her call Will find me, And I will evermore Find release.

Whispers of the sea Caress the light of the moon The pale light will soon Call you back to me Deep beneath the waves Your soul cries out In terror now it shouts Crying to be saved It burns my ears It sears my soul I forsook you To your fears I left you, alone with yourself The fear and it's devices, The stone and all it's vices Betwixt you and the ocean shelf I wanted to save you But I was not enough I couldnt make you love Yourself as much as I loved you And so you lie beneath of me, They say its a peaceful way to go, I pray the lord will bless the stone That's bringing you back to me