The Journey Part One of Three

The howling of the gust

Exhaustion from this stranglehold

Still carrying of the gale

Abuses the cosset

 

Shadowed sight, guide thy legs.

Wondering on, past old roads and grave acres

 

Dancing with the night

Nimble to the signs

Morning Star and the Moon

Take me from

Sunny delight

Shed the skin

Walking on

Shattering trails hidden by the wind

Daylight dims falling on blizzards that aging makes

Pierced love and war lorned

Manages what's in the way

White sheets apparition

Grinned with a face that can't be tamed

Resorting to the torns of humanities only fate

Found from the cold

Cleansing appeals

Healer of the pains

Hypothermia is just a gauntlet

Now this warrior paces further through this cerulean night

Resurface through the iconoclasts

Compelling deaths hails the common man

Sallow discourse object of perfection

Subject of innocence

Experimental side of this human guide

This higher source still varies

Between insanity and religion

 

The howling of the gust

Exhaustion from this stranglehold

Still carrying of the gale

Abuses the cosset