rm approaching the darkness calls my name the trees are growing restless they feel the season change their fruit has putrified forbidden once and bound to
the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall how many secrets can they read by your face?
Will they know of majesty of beauty held in dream-dead sleep and scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war?
WAR
Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end "We are what we are, what we shall be, again..."