Time gave eyes to tear the world - the artist
Stretched out from sleep to searing hell
And only when the world was kissed
By his beguiling chant, amiss
The artist's tender home was strewn
To misery and dust
And when he fell, his choir of daemons wept as one, in passing
And when he crawled to grave, the shadows hungered more
But as the light dies, faces turn or kneel
Before
The falling light
Addicted to his trance, did smile the doors of hell
And to their kiss, the lover tapped eternal wells
While beckoned by the dead, transcribed their chants
A solstice breathing in his breath, beyond the human lifeline
And when he fell, his choir of daemons wept as one, in passing
And when he crawled to grave, the shadows hungered more
Just as the fate dies, no-one's left to stand
Before
The falling light
The choir beheld its dying light
The rising archetype, the canvas
With his pale complexion shining through, a dusk
But only those who were by him
Hummed heartfelt requiems, quoth
"The man is not gone, he remains
Our sentry to the cherubim"
And when he fell, his choir of daemons wept as one, in passing
And when he crawled to grave, the shadows hungered more
But as a world dies, time itself stays still
Before
The falling light
Stretched out from sleep to searing hell
And only when the world was kissed
By his beguiling chant, amiss
The artist's tender home was strewn
To misery and dust
And when he fell, his choir of daemons wept as one, in passing
And when he crawled to grave, the shadows hungered more
But as the light dies, faces turn or kneel
Before
The falling light
Addicted to his trance, did smile the doors of hell
And to their kiss, the lover tapped eternal wells
While beckoned by the dead, transcribed their chants
A solstice breathing in his breath, beyond the human lifeline
And when he fell, his choir of daemons wept as one, in passing
And when he crawled to grave, the shadows hungered more
Just as the fate dies, no-one's left to stand
Before
The falling light
The choir beheld its dying light
The rising archetype, the canvas
With his pale complexion shining through, a dusk
But only those who were by him
Hummed heartfelt requiems, quoth
"The man is not gone, he remains
Our sentry to the cherubim"
And when he fell, his choir of daemons wept as one, in passing
And when he crawled to grave, the shadows hungered more
But as a world dies, time itself stays still
Before
The falling light
( Aeon Sun )
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