Wide my eyes
with tender lies.
I seek the wild magic in your soul.
Feel it stir and slowly rise
then gently turn to gold.
Hearken…
I will spin a tale of a Stone that is not
as you show me your Heart.
Hidden…
(I see you are me.)
As we race with our face to the Sun,
abandon your soul,
shake off it’s hold!
Cowered in fear of the One
it becomes.
Lowered in death
and the Stranger is met
and haunted memory brings
the sight
of the Beast in the night
as it sings
seeks the Light.
Closely drawing…
Almost now…
Dawning ever now…