VI "Fallen Chief of Flight"

Strung around the sparrow's hallow nest

Sing a song for hades

He sang out loud and swallowed his chest

His ringing soundwaves stabbed me 

 

Shunning notes ring around the rosies

His pockets are full of disease

Ashes, ashes are the art of the story

Defiant distaster is now my decease

 

Flying down to the highest chimney 

Hanging on the lowest surface 

Shredding, twisting, turning and buried

The clouds of smoke left him hopeless 

 

So here I stand with my arms wide open

Waiting for the widow to reach 

Stare into a blindness in which I broke in 

Dancing with myself and this leech

 

I beseech the widow day by day

But not the death in this season

Blood-red angel-shred raped loss at fate

Denounce all rights to tread on a reason

 

The darkness of the widow's eruption

Eyes burn of flaming napalm horizons

Eternal peace and damnation

The vast curse of the widow has spoken

 

All the lights disappeared

The widow has redeemed and ceased to be

His clenched beak loose, drenched claws he now will use

It’s an entity, it’s no deity, it has overtaken my blood

 

The widow now, king of the sky

Has given me reasons to know I shouldn't die

He fell down from the white blind light

Fallen from heaven, chief of flight