A broken branch found life again,
grafted to a ray of starlight...
Waves rolling under iron-forged skies,
clouds fighting to hold back the sun...
It was out on the broken glass slopes
of mountains that towered as kings
over the wild-light desert
where I watched the ruby sky turn to ink...
I saw you as you once were
a reflection in a blade raised against the night
a being of moonlight in a distant world
smiling to yourself at some mystery...
I watched you walk beneath the rushing falls
back and forth along the granite ledge
feeling the weight of the river cascade upon you...
Almost the dark of night is deep enough
for this garden of secrets to be planted
Soil rich in sorcery waits beneath the fruiting tree
ready to embrace the broken seeds...
Feed my soul the pieces of a shattered sky
The sweetwater stars like funeral wine
paint visions of ruin across the empty night
until the bottle runs dry...
Faces laughing, awash in a bloodred glow
Whispered truths lost beneath the conversation
Glimpses away into secret places...
Your touch was lightning in the freezing rain
The main line plugged straight into a nerve
As the sky screamed overhead...
Fear the waking nightmare out among the dunes
It comes crawling over sands that move like water
to this harbor in the dry mountains
bent on awakening the forgotten ways...
Scars cut deep by the witching blade
spell out the rites of sacrifice
made to what beast may watch from the shadows...
Those images that come at the edge of waking
weave lies I believe with all my heart
only for a moment before the supports break
pillars crumble and the fortress falls into the sea...
All the many passageways
Between truth and something darker
Stretch unbroken across the holy lands
And lead away into unknown sin...