Rays of Darkness - 2012-02-21

In the forests sacred deep
Where the scribes lay me to sleep
And the memories of time gone by
Burn deeper for desires nigh

From the bellows of your waking eyes
Scream cries belied by retinae
And the rays of darkness sifting through
Paint the light your shadow grew

Of the sages folly or the wiseman's fool
No words could hide you-your shrouded truth
And so aether quivers at the touch of fire
Born of the souls now long expired

For games of yore, for the tears of ire
For all the love that you inspire
For as ever near is the death we birth
Please grant me stone of sacred earth

To plant the seed to watch it grow
In the midst of evil a heart of gold
And the path you tred so may he follow
To drop the fruit to fill the hollows