Where are we ,lain here in an openess,covered in a shadow thats breath is sin.
A dark mist that swirls above us in a blatant cruelty.
Where are we,here at an edge so close to crunch.
Our bones intact now,but for how long will they remain?
A fifth season awaits in this place of unknown affairs.
Sleepless men who hold fire in the palms of thier transparent hands.
Open plains where clouds hang low and snakes are free and many.
Cracked words spoken through a wall of deciet and no truth is heard within.
Birds of wisdom fly through the sea.
Their wings speed through the currents and come to me.
Spider of courage with 4 legs that walks in a graceful swey
It steps upon my shoulder,and cackles its news of horror.
Stoney well that carries the water that quenches the shadows bite.
Honey comb that hangs above with drones of black and gold.
Feed my soul and give me light ,show to me the drone of might!