Descending

I. Prelude

Blaze entwined in an hourglass of fates 

Twisting focus writhing upon the lawn 

With sorrowful waterfalls of the harvest 

Shrieking in the lavender shades of dusk

Collapsing in the hills

Destroyed the ivory mills

Confined to the region of old faith

With dagger at hand

Old biblical land

Shrouded in the depths of the conscience

II. Sunlit Crown on the Lake's Horizon at Dusk

Beheld the singing prairies of dawn kissed wheat

Along the edge of tomorrow and the horizon of fate

The shapes are old and have lost all texture

Held in the light and bathed in decades of dust

Eternal dawn as the sunlight creeps passed the mountain

Interiors and exteriors of experience trespass in the snow

Night falls blue and the sky grows infinite scarlet 

Time eclipsed by the intonation of strings 

Held in the night and baptised upon the lawn

Eternal dusk as moonlight sleeps across the lake

Lust, luscious and lost within the mazes of the prism

Igniting the flames by which the devil is guided

Guilds of halcyon rise in the shadows of the lamb

Held in the lamplight as the city grows passed the lawn

Time bewitched by the preludes of the horns

III. The Runes Have Shattered

In the dream of the paladin's harvest

Equipped with the memories

Screaming chanson de geste

In the realm of black emeries 

Shades of dawn reminding

The fall of the knolls and knell

With colors fading and blinding

Upon the ivory walls of hell

Lavender collapsing 

In the feed of the parlor's priest

Challenge the writing's mystery

With psalms from the ancient east

Reliving the sanctuary's incensed auras

IV. Prophets in Unison 

The soul laughs upon us

With cold mass gathered

The chord cast rising overture

With sword fast upon its victims

Confined in the darkness with sorrowful cascade

Writings upon the manuscripts appearing in light

Carving into the curves of the wilderness

The words of the dead deities

Channeling the lyrics of the forgotten

The earth cries with divine awakening 

Eruption of the ancient ideals

Wandering through contemporary minds

Callous thoughts begotten to the sane signs

The dagger is held by the warrior of the dawn

Forever riding to the border of reality

Old biblical lands being swallowed by fate

Shrouded by the shallows of the chorus

V. Fires of Indigo

The crusaders fire from the rooftop

In euphoric violence and dreams 

Myriad gathering in the halo of trees

Elders of the society awaken as the youth

Dyes of the spectrum unite in forms

Insane and changed in the perpetual lane

Moons of the river reflect the ghost

In presence of the metaphysical art

Noonward and nuisances of the music

Inward and iconoclast living in the heart

Shadows lost in the sunlight

Held by the jeweled pedestals

Eternal dawn as the midnight relapses 

Death of the virago and the judge

VI. The Bridge

There is no one at the pond 

To gaze at the ripples of dusk

There is no one watching the stars

To compose poems of love for each gleam

There is no one living in stasis

To observe the beauties of the dream

Reviews

[Nyanachi]

So beautiful, and intense with detail. I love it! :)