Caravan Shadows

Cosmic borne dialogues of air and fashion

Conditioning the lightest knight with spear and shield 

Betwixt starless yards and macrocosm lawns

With sorrow polluted in the lake and charred field

Captured in a glass

A venue for mystic spells and talisman openings

Rain

Who's face is a million silent scenery windows

She 

Who's eyes are glowing stones of guidance

To the entrance of a thousand dawns

And so the chorus highs a solid concept

Retaining the echoes of the tempestuous verse

Holding the lines that fall into the sky

And so they wait in gleaming paradise 

We are constantly falling

Scarlet staircases to emerald faces

Aligning the hallway basking in the light of darkness

Upon the eighth minute we are forsaken

Infinite praise

Lauding the princes of the blackened rain

And so the chariots burn in angelic beams

As burgundy gusts caress my dreams

Ancient

Who's stone transcends the catharsis 

He

Who's might reflects upon the golden sword 

Which stabs at the nothingness 

And so we watch the sun abandon the sky

As flames in the sea wave to each other

And the circle bows upon it's stage

As waterfalls glow with the fire of night

And so we watch the moon obscure in nigh

Inferno

Who's smile is a million sins of humanity

She

Who's tear grants the devil's solemn wish

Who's comfort warms the pale mountain

Who's touch ignites the silent twilights

And so we watch as time configures to cruciform

As space floats to its abode

And the regal sky flashes an episode of color

As hands wave to the weeping stars

And so we smile as the azure turns to dust