Through acrid clouds of summer flies

the garden swells with a thousand more wise

Forever flung to celestial dreams

clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene



I watch the storm 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 die

the thread of life lies severed

on the brink of paradise



Grinning winds of hate unfurled

dash towers tall that grip the sun

talons stretch beneath her veil

reclamation, our time has come...



Autumn spreads its golden wings

and lays the path for those unseen

a tangled web of evil spun at last...

Winter spawns from barren thighs

to readdress, to slay the blind

and throw the reins untethered to the skies



They pray 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..."



Appear; draped in terror

to the comfort of your kin

Stain the milky sunset red

and let the others in...



Summer's dying