Thorns leave their mark

On the body

I remain

A silent witness

Consumed by doubt

I walk through the fire.

Raise your voice

To the Masters of Horror.

Duplicity is breaking up

A current of sand

Of fog

Of difference

Their eyes

Are turned

To you.

Black death

Feasts on the purity of lost souls.

The shadow waits

Poised to pounce.

Ballerina tears

Blur the brilliance

Of the Castle of the Sun.

Into the whirlwind

Of our minds

The fiery night hunter dances.

The spirits of desire

Awaits your command.

Sanctify my dreams

Correlate my thoughts.

My will be done.

Little angel of the

Dark city

Walk the streets

Of the philosophers mind.

Tell the tale

Of the last great crusade.

Descent into madness

On black wings of flame.

Invasion of the land.

The eye child sings of summer heroes

Of the woods

Of the skin.

Left behind by vows of deception.