Vision and the Voice

Raising my head to yell my life out

standing naked, strained as a dying worm

with body of light gleaming like my disquiet

with myriads of stars not-to-be-seen

Here to cry the glassy anguish

of souls dwelling in darkness that fell

my throat is DA„TH, the seal is breaking

ZONAI screaming the vows of frozen winds

of shapes winged - we should be left behind

we, lightnings turned into pillars

torn into shreds, in stillborn screams

thembling with woes of fiery cycles

PAZ - to be as they

yea, I say, to be as they

an oath and order to be heard

a sigil and cypher to be seen

OL SONUF VAORESAJI

and that's the truth, you will taste it...

†theric dimensions of cocoon sleepers

Waters, Earthes and Fyres not given to us

mumbling the calls of Aires alone

laying the tablets carved in flesh