7

Rain Light
Sweet Truth
The Beauty of Fire
My purification
Fire from Water
Heaven in Dew
From pregnant Air
I'll be there
With the Messenger
Receiving
The neccesity of despair,
For a god in training
Is Particle aware
Waves are for the single inside
Where the Sun is unaware of his bride
To be
The Moon
A peak
A valley
My Will is in a well
With a pentagram crown
With a black and white Sphinx
Sitting on their tails
Spirit reigns are invisible
In the Chariot
Beyond the river
There is a town
It flows from Memory
The key is sound

Do we choose,
Or are we chosen?

This man is frozen