At the Well

This is no soil to forgive
The blaze of a helios sky
Rage will blossom into iron
Blind as a worm in the earth
Our pain will rise
And breath a new dawn
When the illusion clears
All we are is blood
We gnaw and pull at the root
A starved beast with the mind of a fool
Skin stretched over bone cannot hide
The way we are bleeding inside
Beyond vision bears the drum
Blood makes no excuse
The one eyed all become kings
While shadows creep from dark holes
A taste of acidic bitter
Burns the voice out of the skull
Smoke from a gaping wound
Spirit already flown
Views eternal from a sunken eye
Over a bride of spectral light
Winds wither, rake, and weather
Prophecy flows in whispers
In a shadow world
We hide in light
The paths become clear, the road’s true
Oaths have been sworn
The temporal spiral away
Among the teeth of time