Whirlpools

Part 1 of Cadence

I. The Battalion Exits in the Moonlight

Blessed bride still calm alive

Emotions fluttering as we arrive

A fellow wanders in whole

The satin kings still call for light

As liars fall and the crystal knight

Comes down to full

Sons wake the sun with eternal fire

Daughter cygnet weeps beneath me

Contemporaries sound their knell

As saviors mold a velvet cell

Under seven seas

Processions march in father fog

A white pawn moves to lift the log

Upon our pathway

The victor cries his country's name

Fold the battle ground 'neath their slave

As ax flies to severe the bliss

Nevermore lines with the darkened kiss

Of uncertainty 

The black moves in to call her game

A queen of shadow with funny ways

Surround me

II. Death of Saffron

Tread the noble caves

With hydrogen in knaves 

The killer and his shame

Uncover the mighty's fame

The magnum fades to gray

As the wrist waves to day

A lily in her play

Calls for ovation and her pay

As he's here the unknown is the only one

In the lap of religious sons

In the stone wet azure haze

With sacraments and dazed

The friends have walked away

To misfire in old days

Happy army with cold gaze

Under the god sun rays

A valley rolls into shades

Of green and sapphire blades

III. House

The reaper stands in the studio wall

With sabbath slowly rocking in the ball

Around the sea

As motors claim their closest beings

The love is gone and we are not seeing

An epoch moving

There's a lady beside the hall

And she glances to the lake

Without knowing the scene

There's a prophet by the trees

And he composes the olden poetry

Without knowing the life forsaken

A company fears as fate disappears

He'll look back beside the vision

And realize the dream has him

In delusions

There's a lady by the wall

And she glances to the glimmer

A rhapsody of spring 

The forest will grow and trap all we know

The plates all will shatter as earth flies away

And she'll leave us blinded by obscurity

God will not save thee

IV. Gulf 

As mother watches visions

The breathing slowly rots

Farther obliged in bolero 

We are joined in cosmic waltz

You fade and I am drawn

As somebody captured love

The cast looks downward dying

Old fashioned words come to fly

Sleep in vignettes for soul sore

Bleed the canvas which paints the eye

As stadium has brought us

In harmony with change

The reprisal dies and shaded

The wings are lost, the flight has gone

As the pleasures melt our bodies

And wax has kissed the floor

I am but the pavement for you

I am but the melancholic news

V. 

Old king gathers as women dance 

The feelings erupt in a race of fears

Sentimental years face the juggler

The potions by seven devil musicians 

The dreams by widening lapses of death

House beckons in waters surrounding

It cannot stop, It cannot cry, It cannot die

Play the puzzles of card and belligerence 

A serpent seals the mind as the gun sounds

As the drums flow into the night

Their love flees from tension immediately 

Noon bursts from the grasp of my dawn

I cannot reverse the whirlpools 

As I reach for the pills to grant a wish

The sails sink in the quicksand of rhyme

There is more coming

Save yourself

Save me

From the echoes of...