• Petals of signature Time arise in
    these days and centuries past,
    built upon constant battles between the wind and the fallen.
    Lilies give into the Tree's endearing shade,
    wanting to maintain their vain youth portrayed.
    A shroud of fleeting protection, above the
    Crimson ash roses within time of destruction that heavily lingers.
    Strung stars upon the blanket of night, are true portals to our seething madness.

    Fellow and trite blossoms drink faded, green milk of Mother Earth jealously.
    They glow in mediating shades of violet, pale pink and begotten blue, as they caress Winter's kiss.
    Within foul moonbeams of treasure-filled nights; ridiculous to
    greed for nothing except indulgence is bled from the primordial sacrifice, the Iconic Sun.
    Creation of a foul, indistinct follow-through
    tests nature and human's frailty.
    A battle of sprites, souls, and of Human will erupts.
    Distraction, annihilation, and endless love for dissatisfaction plagues all of us.
    Give pleasurement to the Unsatisfied ones.
    It's all a Repeated cycle.

    Roots, like veins traveling along a perverse spider, curl gently around Ungainable
    power, strangling liquid gold energy of humanity's anxiety for Containment.
    They dig deep into the heart of the Earth, a satellite to the light.
    Seeking nourishment in the soil and burdens of the Dead ones, the roots consume Gods.
    So for it's leaves can now shine even brighter,
    in the gloomiest dark of nights.