A Presage
Call off the light
Call sign for trouble
Drum up a thicket
To brace us for the dark
The way each sickle swings
Sprout, decay
Seek symbols - something
Find second sight
Brave surrender
Root out nitrogen
But hold out for something more clarion
To waste!
No painter's eye
Will amplify
Skyward dive
Burn off the filth
And jump into something more explosive
Pick from its sack
Lie under perpetual trees
Blood red skies There find arbors to hang your clover
Unchained, bring me that dream Open
Approaching new heights, dimensions Open
A city
Grows
A presage
Seals
Heed from
Poise
With no sign, no respite
No way to frame
Omens fall
Exacting tolls (Flicker for something more)
So don't speak
A word
Of failing vision
Always
Undone but
Time's running out beyond the
Doorway
And you're not coming down
For nothing
Doorway to empty grounds
Wear this crown
Drenched in arcana
Bestride whole
Oaks and dead rivers -
This is all the sun saw
Though such throng reeks of evil
So it's sowing the makeup of sordid ghosts
Where grass won't grow
Duress won't know of the changing of seasons
Where grass won't grow
Duress won't know of the changing
Where grass won't grow
Giant's tales won't speak of the unholy beatdown
Light, sound
Endless arbor
Stillness
Wreaths glow in secret forests
Gather