The autumnal shroud graced every domain I have ever claimed
Cancered golds like sirens to my ancient spirit
Ten gorgeous deaths stand as my overtures
To aeons of self deprivation and service
My masterpiece
Zenith of defiance in the name of love
Karmic smite to find my Brother Souls lost in savage spheres
And I crashed down to earth
To suffer and drown
And to a child become a guide
"A mentor traced in silver Earthbound conveyor of sepulchral lore"
Time is blazing towards your final days, my child
A lapse in your pulse is slated to carry you out
And onwards
Even before I
Singular witness
The only eyes to see my form
In years of confidence
Dual fates have been sealed
But there is a dread never before known
A new storm of grief and loathing on an old plight
The moonlight shines in his eyes with eternal eagerness
It deserves to thrive for decades denied
Must my presence be the beginning and the end
To this advent of psychic conception bound in flesh?
Must all brilliance be cancered?
"Hidden in a whisper
A seed of purpose without time to grow
The ghost and the lake are fading from view
Where I'm going I cannot be followed"
To black oblivion
Fear ripples out from his heart I can see it just like on the water
"I collapse onto the wet leaves
Entombed alive, catatonic
The ghost strokes my hair and softly sings
The melody rouses a new cogniscience"
But there is still time to bear a unity!
You can embody the golden medium!
I killed myself to share with you all that I know
If you don't learn your true identity, all this will have been in vain...
The autumnal shroud graced his farewell
Cancered Gold Sentinel Triumphant
His spiritual lineage burning through his crown
"A bleeding candle in the fog of dawn!
The clouds gather as I climb the hill of graves!
Time for the storm of electricity to take me home!"
Once again
The silver vortex
Breaks through the soul-claiming clouds
A serpentine arm of my master Spiraling down
To take me out of the water and back home
A Lakeside Redemption
A Noble Epilogue
My sanctum is now reunited
The old servants of youth
The old guardians of art
We stand complete
In the Fields of Violet